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Katrina’s POVI stood in the middle of it all, my breath sharp, my fingers curled into fists. The shadows weren’t just around me anymore. They were inside me, whispering, creeping into the edges of my mind, trying to take root."You are no different from them."I flinched. The voice wasn’t a stranger’s. It was my.I turned—and came face to face with myself.She stood there, eyeing me with icy, dark eyes. She looked like me, but something was wrong. Her lips twisted in a nasty sneer, her stance relaxed, confident. But there was no kindness in her face. No warmth. Only something sharp and unyielding.The villainous version of me.She tilted her head. “Did you think you were the hero in this story?”I took a deep breath. “You’re not real.”She laughed. "Am I not?"More individuals appeared as the shadows behind her changed.Davos. Lucy.Their smiles were mocking, and their eyes were glowing red.I stepped back. "This isn't real."I smirked as the other me. "It's sufficient

Katrina’s POVThick with the smell of rain and worse, the wind howled through the trees.Blood.Smoke.War.My heart was pounding, yet I was standing on the hill with my chest tight and my breathing regulated and calm. His army was spread out over the valley below us like an unstoppable force.The Alpha Crimson.And at last he had shown himself.Shaun was quiet as he stood next to me, his jaw gritted and his blade tightly grasped. Just behind us was Mira, whose fingers were twitching at her sides and whose breathing was irregular. Nobody said anything. Nobody made a move.Since none of us anticipated this.Below, the army was enormous. Thousands. Perhaps more. Lycans. Werewolves. creatures I had never even seen before. Their bodies shifted in the darkness, their luminous eyes flickering in the night. Awaiting. observing.And he stood tall in the middle of them all.The Alpha Crimson.Even from this distance, his presence felt heavy on my chest. His physique was bigger tha

Katrina’s POVSharp, constant pain throbbed in my ribs, but I made myself sit up. With bodies moving, weapons clashing, and the smell of blood heavy in the air, the battlefield remained a blur. My body was screaming for me to stay down and breathe, but I was unable to do so.With Mira out there, no.She was in charge of a mission that had the power to alter everything, somewhere beyond the mayhem.Shaun squatted next to me, his expression tight. "You ought not to be moving."I cleaned my mouth of blood. "I have no other option."His eyes grew gloomy. "Mira will take care of it."I forced myself to stand up despite the pain in my limbs and let out a sharp exhale. "She must."Because we would all fail if she did.The night was thick with tension and pressed against my skin.Somewhere out there, Mira and her crew were sneaking through the enemy's fortifications, moving like ghosts in the dark. Destroying their supply chains wasn’t just a mission—it was our only chance. If they fa

Katrina's POVThe air was still pulsing with the black energy, dense and oppressive. My limbs shook as I forced myself to get up, my body hurting from the blow. I could still hear the Crimson Alpha's low, mocking voice. "Do you really believe that this will be that simple?" I pumped oxygen into my lungs by clenching my fists. Around me, the battlefield was in flames. It was a sickening, suffocating smell of death, fire, and blood. The zombies weren't stopping, which was the worst part. The enchantment that held them together would not allow them to rest, and they continued to rise. It wasn't normal. False. Shaun landed next to me, gasping for air. His golden eyes were searching the battlefield in despair, his mouth clamped hard. He snarled, "We need to figure out how to stop this." Mira just avoided a zombie warrior's sword before skidding to a halt beside us. "He's getting stronger—that blast." He is consuming them. off their demises. My eyes returned to The Crimson Alpha. His

Katrina's POV The icy frost seeped into my bones as the wind howled across the rocky summits. As we ascended more into the mountains, I felt the weight of our mission bearing down on me with each step. The faces of the slain flashed before my eyes, and the remains of the previous fight still troubled me. There was no time to mourn, but we had just about made it out alive. Shaun walked purposefully in front of me, his golden eyes searching the way. The cold air made Mira's breath haze as she walked next to me. We all remained silent. All we could hear were the distant howling of wolves borne by the wind and the crunch of snow under our feet. The temple was near. I sensed it. Legends about a secret temple tucked away in these mountains, unaffected by time or conflict, have persisted for ages. An ancient order of werewolves, warriors pledged to defend a holy weapon—the sole sword that might finally put an end to The Crimson Alpha—were supposed to guard it. However, getting there woul