Louis’s POV…..

War was noise.

Metal screaming against metal. Bones cracking. Wolves howling in pain and fury. The earth itself seemed to cry beneath our feet, trembling as if it wanted to swallow us all and end the madness.

I fought like I had nothing left to lose.

Because I didn’t.

My blade carved through corrupted flesh, every strike fueled by rage, grief, and something sharp and feral in my chest. I moved fast, faster than thought, instincts screaming as I ducked claws and ...