Third Person POV

The battlefield still shook with war cries and steel. The dust hadn’t settled—not even close. The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and something darker—something ancient. The earth bore the scars of the battle, deep claw marks and pools of crimson staining its once-pristine surface.

Caitlyn stood over broken ground, her fingers smeared with blood that wasn’t all hers. Bree and the exiled wolves were still locked in brutal combat with the Forsaken creatures. Selene was casting shields for fallen fighters, her energy flickering like a dying star, her breaths labored as exhaustion threatened to pull her under. And Kane—her son—stood beside her now,...