The battlefield exploded with fury.
Wolves surged, their howls clashing with roars of shadow. Rogues poured like rivers, their claws dripping black ichor. The gods stood unmoving, their judgment heavy in the air.
Kael's wolf tore through the enemy, unstoppable even bleeding, his claws ripping shadow-flesh apart. Every movement was rage and love, every strike for her.
Aradia's fire roared, golden and bright, burning enemies to ash. But with every burst, she felt the gods watching, weighing her worth, waiting to strike her down as abomination.
One wolf fell, then another. The pack bled, but they stood. They fought not for Alpha, not for fire—for her.
Ronan descended, his body shadow and smoke, his claws glowing black. His voice thundered across the chaos. "You cannot defy both gods and shadow. One will take you. One always does."
Kael lunged, his massive wolf clashing with Ronan, the earth splitting beneath their fury.
Aradia screamed, her fire blazing white-hot. "I will not lose him! Not again!"
Her flames split the battlefield, forcing gods and shadow alike to falter.
For the first time, both feared her.