The air in the war room was thick with tension and determination. Maps sprawled across the table, marked with ancient symbols and recent intelligence. Our combined families, my parents, Gannon’s parents, Nova, and the fiercest warriors from both packs, gathered around, voices low but urgent.

“We’ve tracked the Red Rogue to the Hollow Fortress,” my father said, his voice steady. “It’s heavily warded with blood magic. We’ll need to break through quickly.”

Gannon’s mother unfolded a scroll etched with protective spells. “We’ll need to combine lunar and solar magic. Together, our powers can shatter their defenses.”

Nova nodded, hands glowing faintly. “I’ll lead the magical assault.”

I looked at each...