Nicholas struggled, thrashing beneath them, but it was no use. My father's claws dug into his chest, and with a final, powerful strike, he ended it.

Nicholas let out a strangled cry, his body convulsing before going still. The moment his life ended, a ripple of energy spread through the air. The Red Wolves, all of Nicholas's followers, collapsed where they stood, their lives snuffed out in an instant. It was over.

The war was finally over.

I sat there on the ground, holding Graham and Isabell close, my body shaking with relief. The silence that followed was almost deafening, a quiet that felt like the weight of the world...