The camp was eerily quiet that night, the faint rustle of the forest the only sound as Elyra sat by the dying embers of the fire. The battle earlier had left her exhausted, her body aching and her mind spinning with questions she couldn't answer. She stared at the flickering flames, her thoughts consumed by Dain. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't shake the growing fear that saving her brother might be impossible.

Chapter 365

The shadows danced along the edges of the camp, shifting unnaturally in the moonlight. Elyra tensed, her hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at her side. But then the air grew warmer, softer, and a radiant glow began to seep into the clearing.

From the light stepped Althea, her presence ethereal and commanding. The Moon Goddess's silver hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes shimmered with wisdom-and sorrow. Elyra rose to her feet, feeling both awe and dread. "Althea," Elyra whispered, her voice trembling. "Why are you here?"

The goddess approached her with measured grace, her expression a mixture of compassion and severity. "Because you stand at a crossroads, Elyra," she said, her voice melodic yet heavy with meaning. "The prophecy nears its fulfillment, but the price it demands will be greater than you can imagine."

Elyra's chest tightened. She'd known there would be sacrifices, but hearing it spoken aloud felt like a blow. "What price?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Althea's gaze softened, but her words cut like a blade. "The bond between you and your brother is breaking," she said. "Once it's gone, the world will fall into chaos. The shard's power is feeding on your connection, twisting it into something unrecognizable. If it succeeds... neither of you will survive."

Elyra's knees threatened to buckle, but she forced herself to remain standing. "You're saying I have to stop him," she said, her voice wavering. "But how? Every time I try, he's stronger. He's consumed by the shard, by the darkness. How can I save him?"

"You may not be able to," Althea said, her voice laced with sadness. "And if you cannot... you must be prepared to do what is necessary to save the packs."

of killing Dain, her

desperation creeping into her voice. "Please, tell me

choose is yours alone," she said. "But

stepped back into

Elyra. The fate of the packs rests in your

in her hands. The weight of Althea's words crushed her, and for the first time

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Dain his smile from when they were children, his laughter when they would race through

packs without losing him?" Elyra

only the soft rustle of leaves in the

solace she had hoped

in a

sky dark and heavy

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the earth. In the center of it all stood. Dain, his

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