The battle was over.Not a single rogue was left alive.

Damian stood tall among the blood-soaked ground, his black wolf slowly shifting back into his human form. His eyes swept the field of fallen enemies and injured warriors. The danger had passed—for now.

He turned to his warriors, his voice calm but strong.

“You all fought with courage and honor,” he said. “Lucian. Gamma. Every one of you—thank you.”

He nodded toward Lucian, who stood proud but battle-worn, and then toward the ...