THIRD PERSON
The ocean turns violent. Waves crash harder, wind howls louder, as if nature itself senses what is about to unfold.
On the white sands of the Maldives, a battlefield forms.
At the center, Elara stands glowing, golden power rising around her like a living shield.
Beside her, Alpha Scavia shifts. Not halfway. Not restrained. Fully. His wolf bursts forward, massive, powerful, dominant. A force of nature.
Behind them, their twins. Small. Silent. Watching. And understanding far more than they should.
Across the sand, Alpha Darius steps forward, rogues spreading out behind him like shadows.
“You really thought distance would protect you?” he calls out.
Scavia’s wolf growls low, a warning.
Elara’s voice cuts through the storm. “This ends today.”
Darius smirks. “No,” he repl
