was thick, charged with tension and the unmistakable scent of a rival pack. Her throat tightened, her pulse quickened, and fury began to boil inside her. The Vasha

so solid in its grandeur, now seemed like a weak prison, as though

s; they already knew. And despite the disbelief about her leadership, each one was w

hadows. The moonlight illuminated only part of his face, but his eyes-those cold, calculating eyes-never left her. It seemed as

so the desperation of knowing she couldn't face this thr

ind ripped the dry leaves that fell around h

he men and women falling under the Vashar's attacks, a

ords were cold, relentless. - Eithe

of darkness, told her he was right. She couldn't keep fighting everything on her own. Neither the pack

but she could no longer afford to

s lips, nodded gravely. He was a born leade

ere preparing for the worst. The Vashar weren't just any pack. They were brutal, trained to destroy any sign of weakness, and their attack was

he opponents with ease, each movement calculated, each blow precise. Isla, though less experienced in direct combat, used her

nation, as she dug her claws into the neck of one of the Vashar. The a

rsonal. Perhaps, if the others weren't so focused on the battle, they would have noticed the flash of something more in his eyes.

was struck by a brutal blow to her side. A growl of pain escaped her lips, and a weight crashed down

olled fury. Without a word, he dragged her to a dark corner of the

ee, ignoring the sharp pain in her side. S

ralyzed her, but the words that came from his mouth

oing to start listening? - his tone was low, def

dn't know whether to hate him more for his arrogance or

starting to form in her mind. - Listen to what, Levi? That

flinch. His ga

s is the time to

hat she felt, with what she knew she had to do. The power Levi offered her was real, and the betray

finally said. - But when this is

es, there was the certainty that, even if Isla rejected

. Still, amidst the blood, the fighting, and the uncertainty, Isla and Levi knew there was no turning back