Lyra's POV
Kaelan roared, swinging his sword with renewed strength, striking the leader down into the mud. The ground shuddered as the storm began to subside, responding to the weakening of the dark energy.
I sank to my knees, drenched and trembling, the bond still humming in my chest but stabilizing now. The wolves circled protectively, tails low but alert, watching as the leader struggled to rise.
Darian's gaze met mine, sharp and unwavering. "This isn't over," he said quietly. "The leader's power is broken, yes… but they won't stay down for long. We need to move now."
Kaelan nodded, helping me to my feet. Pain radiated through his body, but his eyes were fierce with determination. "We've won this round," he growled. "But the storm… it's only a warning. They'll come again."
