THIRD PERSON
The courtyard is already breaking apart. Stone cracks, ground splits. Power collides in violent waves of gold and black.
At the center, Claire stands like a storm given flesh. And facing her, Alpha Scavia and Elara.
The battle is no longer contained. It spills into the air, into the pack, into everything.
Scavia lunges again, relentless. His wolf crashes into Claire with bone-rattling force.
This time, she staggers. But only for a second.
The pendant pulses, and darkness surges again.
Elara pushes up from the ground, breath uneven. Her eyes blaze gold. “I saw it!” she shouts.
Scavia doesn’t look back. “What?”
“There’s something behind her!” Elara says. “Something using her!”
That changes everything. Because now, this isn’t just Claire.
Claire laughs. “You’re too la
