Bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun and the residual silver of the Crescent Mark, I made my last promise as I stood there. "I, Aria Crescent, do hereby swear that I will lead our pack with unwavering loyalty, that I will honour every sacrifice made in our name, and that our legacy will never be forgotten whatever obstacles lie ahead."
The oath hung in the air like a holy promise, one that bound every wolf in our pack, Luca, and me together in a destiny transcending even the worst of betrayals. It was a promise to triumph over the forces trying to separate us, to survive.
As the Dark Wolves got ready for their next attack and the far-off silhouettes of enemy forces started to show on the horizon, I felt a quiet strength deep inside me—a comfort that, bound by our shared legacy and the ties we created in the furnace of adversity, we could face whatever darkness lay ahead.
