Chapter 45

• The battle was over. The last of the rogues had been driven from Xander’s territory, their chaotic retreat leaving behind silence and stillness. The warriors of the united packs stood scattered across the field, their bodies weary but their hearts triumphant. Fires that had once raged were now smoldering embers, and the air, though heavy with smoke, carried the unmistakable scent of victory.
• Amara stood in the center of the battlefield, the artifact in her hands glowing faintly, its light a beacon for all who looked upon her. Xander and Asher flanked her, their presence a steadying force amidst the aftermath of war. Around them, warriors began to gather, their expressions a mixture of awe and gratitude as they looked at the three who had led them to this victory.
• “We did it,” Asher said, his voice breaking the silence. Though his tone was light, there was a heaviness in his eyes as he surveyed the battlefield.