Echo.

As Ceasar and I emerged from the oppressive fog of silver dust, I could see the toll it had taken on him. He was visibly weakened, his lycan form trembling, and his breathing labored. I rushed to his side, concern etched across my face.

"Ceasar, are you okay?" I asked, my voice filled with worry as I supported him.

He nodded weakly, his lycan eyes meeting mine. "I'll be fine," he rasped, "but we need to make sure everyone else is safe."

I glanced around at the lycans who had managed to escape the fog with us. They were coughing and wheezing, some of them struggling to stand. It...