Luna Everleigh's POV
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The battlefield was chaos.
Kael and Nalia led the wolves against the Silver Fang Society, their roars and howls mixing with the clash of steel and magic.
But none of it mattered if we couldn't stop this.
Rhydian's grip on my wrist tightened. "Luna, don't," he warned. "The relic—it's dangerous."
I met his gaze, my heart pounding. "If I don't take its power, we lose."
Morganna smirked, raising a hand. The Devourer lunged.
I barely had time to react before Rhydian threw himself in front of me.
The impact sent him flying.
A choked scream ripped from my throat. "RHYDIAN!"
He crashed against the stone ruins, blood splattering the ground. He didn't get up.
No. No, no, no.
I ran to him, dropping to my knees as I lifted his face in my hands. His breathing was shallow, his eyes fluttering. "Luna," he rasped. "You… have to finish this."
Tears burned in my eyes.
How could I choose?
If I stayed, I could lose everything. If I left, I might never see him again.
The Devourer roared, the air trembling with its hunger.
Morganna's laughter echoed around us.
And I knew—I had only seconds to decide.
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To be continued...