The war raged into storm.
Wolves tore through rogues. The gods faltered, their forms wavering. Ronan screamed, his shadow writhing, his body breaking beneath their fire.
Kael and Aradia stood at the center, fire and fang, bond and love unbreakable. Every strike was together. Every breath was shared. Their souls burned as one, eternal and fierce.
The shadow howled. The gods vanished.
And the battlefield was theirs.
But as the smoke cleared, Kael staggered, blood dripping, his green eyes dimming.
Aradia caught him, her tears falling, her fire trembling. "Stay with me. Please, Kael. Stay."
His lips pressed weakly to hers, his voice raw. "Always."
And for the first time, the shadow retreated—not because it was defeated. But because it was afraid.
Afraid of them.
Of love eternal