Chapter 43

• The battlefield had become a war zone of shifting tides. The rogues, once overwhelming in their numbers, were being driven back by the united packs. Amara’s leadership and the artifact’s light had turned despair into hope, and the warriors fought with renewed vigor. Amidst the chaos, Joshua stood on the periphery, watching the collapse of the forces he had gambled his future on.
• The rogues were retreating, Lucy was captured, and the battle he’d expected to win was slipping through his fingers. His usual smug confidence faltered as he realized there was no way out unless he acted quickly—and cunningly. Joshua’s eyes darted to Amara, glowing with the light of the artifact, her presence commanding the field.
• Joshua straightened his posture, brushed dirt from his tattered clothing, and strode forward, his mind calculating his next move. If Lucy had fallen, perhaps there was still a chance for him to save himself.