Chapter 46

• The air was crisp and clear in the aftermath of the battle, but the scent of scorched earth and the lingering echoes of chaos served as constant reminders of the destruction they had endured. Amara stood in the heart of Xander’s territory, watching as warriors and civilians alike worked to rebuild what had been lost. She clutched the artifact in her hands, its gentle glow a steadying presence as she surveyed the scene.
• The rogues were gone, the immediate threat vanquished, but Amara knew their work was far from finished. The packs, though united in the heat of battle, still carried the scars of long-standing rivalries and mistrust. Amara was determined to heal those wounds and ensure that the unity they had forged in desperation became the foundation of a stronger future.
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