The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue across the clearing where the final confrontation had taken place. The air was crisp, fresh, as if nature itself rejoiced at the shift in energy. Eliza sat at the base of a large oak tree, surrounded by her mates—Rylan, Rio, Enzo, and Ed. Together, they had forged an unbreakable bond, not just as lovers but as champions of their people, defenders of their realm.
“Can you believe it?” Lila said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “You actually did it. Yelda is gone! The threats and danger of her and her crew, Kellan or whatever his name is, they are all gone!” She looked around at the remaining members of their pack who had joined them in the wake of Yelda’s defeat. Though weary, every face radiated relief and courage, a col
