Third Person’s POV
Peace never truly came. Not while Dylan still breathed with hatred in his chest.
While Austin’s pack rebuilt their walls and healed their wounded, Dylan gathered what little power he had left. He no longer planned with reason. He no longer cared about laws or councils. All he wanted was revenge.
At dawn, Dylan attacked Austin’s territory again. This time, he did not hide.
Austin’s POV
The horn sounded once. That was enough.
“They’re here,” a soldier said, already armored. “Dylan himself is leading them.”
I closed my eyes for a brief moment.
“So, he chose war,” I said quietly.
Madison stood beside me, already awake, her expression calm but sharp.
“He won’t stop unless it ends,” she said.
I nodded. “Then it ends today.”
Outside, warriors ran to their positions.
