Ramsey
The pack grounds buzzed with a vibrant energy as our warriors made their final preparations. The air crackled with tension and anticipation—everyone could feel that tonight would be different. Tonight would be the end of everything we’d known, one way or another.
I stood at the edge of the training field, watching our people prepare for what they believed would be the final battle against the Dark One. Silver weapons gleamed in the light, protective charms hung from every neck, and the scent of blessed oils filled the evening air.
Since we couldn’t fight the Dark One with modern weapons, we were going back to the days before guns and bombs.
Our warriors moved with the awareness of soldiers who knew their lives—and the lives of everyone they loved—depended on their performance tonight.
Darren was drilling the front-line fighters, his voice carrying clearly across the field as he barked out formation commands. Vega led a group of our newer recruits through defensive positions; her movements were perfect. Caius supervised the distribution of weapons, ensuring that every blade was properly blessed and every arrow tip was coated with silver.
But it was Lyla who had my attention.
She moved through the groups like a general inspecting her troops, stopping to speak with each warrior, checking their equipment, offering words of encouragement. She wore fitted black leather armour that accommodated her growing pregnancy, and the moonstone pendant I’d given her caught the light with every step she took.
Even in the middle of preparing for battle, she was as radiant as the first day I had seen her in the hall during the Gala event.
Watching her, I felt the familiar ache in my chest intensify. In a few hours, she would hate me. In a few hours, everything we’d built together would be shattered by my deception.
"She’s magnificent," Circe said quietly, appearing beside me like a shadow. "A true Luna in every sense."
I nodded, unable to trust my voice. Lyla was crouched next to one of our youngest warriors, a girl barely eighteen who looked terrified despite the brave face she had on. Whatever Lyla was saying made the girl’s shoulders relax, and when she stood, there was a smile on the young warrior’s face.
"The circle is prepared," Circe murmured, her voice so low only I could hear. "When the moons reach their peak—"
"I know," I cut her off. I didn’t need to hear the details again. They were etched into my memory, every word of the ritual that would bind my soul to the Dark One for eternity.
Circe studied my face in the flickering light. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"No." The word came out harsher than I intended. "No second thoughts."
"Good. Because the process has begun, there’s no stopping, Ramsey. The magic will take hold when it’s time, whether you’re willing or not."
A chill ran down my spine at her words, but I pushed it aside. This was the path I’d chosen. The only path that led to Lyla’s survival.
I watched as my wife finished her inspection of the warriors and began walking toward us. Her eyes found mine across the field, and the smile that lit up her face wrenched my heart. She looked so happy, so confident in our future. If only she knew.
"Excuse me," Circe murmured as Lyla approached. "I need to check on the ritual preparations."
She melted away into the crowd, leaving me alone to face the woman I was about to betray.
"The warriors look ready," Lyla said as she reached me, standing close enough that I could smell the jasmine scent of her hair. "Nervous, but ready."
"They should be nervous," I replied, slipping my arm around her waist. "Tonight won’t be like anything we’ve faced before."
"You know, I suddenly have a good feeling about this. I used to dread this day, but I’m no longer worried. Things might really change, Ramsey," she turned to face me. "We could survive it all."
I smiled slightly, patting her hair.
She leaned into my embrace, one hand resting on her stomach. "I keep thinking about the babies. About what kind of world we’re bringing them into."
"A safer one," I replied. "After tonight, they’ll never have to worry about the Dark One or creatures like him."
"Promise me something," she said, tilting her head to look at me. "Promise me that no matter what happens during the final fight, you won’t try to take my place. I know you, Ramsey. You have this need to protect everyone, but this is something I have to do."
I chuckled, wondering how she would feel when she realised I was going to do the exact thing. "Lyla—"
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