Gannon’s POV

The dawn crept over the horizon, casting pale light over the Hollow, the land that had been our sanctuary, our battlefield, and now, the stage for the final act.

The air was thick with anticipation. Every wolf stood ready, muscles taut like coiled steel, hearts pounding not with fear but with a fierce resolve.

This was the moment everything we had fought for came down to.

Jenna, Lucinda, Drew, Peyton, and Daryl, the architects of chaos, betrayal, and pain, had gathered with their corrupted wolves for one last desperate stand.

But they had gravely underestimated what true unity meant.

Eleanora stood beside me, radiant and fierce. The silver...