Chapter 94

Smoke curled into the night sky, thick with the stench of blood, ash, and broken promises. The stone floor beneath my paws was cracked and stained crimson. My body trembled from the explosion.

Pain sang through my ribs, my left hind leg throbbed, and Myrk was struggling to stay upright inside me.

Yet I stood.

We stood.

All around me, our warriors were battered—wounded but not giving in. Aethel was