Chapter 60
The battlefield was silent. For a brief moment, there was no sound—just the wind howling through the trees, rustling the grass beneath our feet.
And then—
Chaos.
The first clash of swords, the first howl of a shifting wolf, the first war cry that echoed into the night. The war had begun. I stood on a hill overlooking the battle, my eyes scanning the field as Silver Moon warriors clashed with my army.
Tyler had fought hard to prepare his pack. But he never stood a chance. His warriors were strong, but mine were brutal. His strategy was calculated, but mine was merciless.
I watched as Killian and Vincenzio fought alongside my warriors, their movements sharp, precise—deadly. The sky was lit with fire, arrows cutting through the darkness like streaks of lightning. Wolves tore into each other, fangs sinking into flesh, claws ripping through skin.
The scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic. Screams of the dying echoed around me.
And yet—
I felt nothing. Because this was what had to happen. This was what Tyler brought upon himself. I lifted my sword, my heart steady, unshaken.
“Push forward!” I commanded. “Burn it all down!”
My warriors roared in response, their loyalty unwavering. And then—we advanced. I found Tyler in the center of the battlefield.
His golden eyes locked onto mine, his breath coming in ragged pants. His black uniform was stained with blood, his knuckles bruised from the countless battles he had fought tonight.
He had fought like hell. But he was losing. His warriors were falling around him, his empire crumbling beneath his feet. And he knew it.
“Aurora,” he rasped, his voice raw with exhaustion.
I lifted my sword, stepping toward him.
“It’s over, Tyler.”
His jaw clenched. “You really did it.”
I smiled. “Of course, I did.”
His eyes darkened, filled with something that almost looked like—grief.
“Was I ever enough for you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Something in my chest twisted. But I shoved it away. Because it didn’t matter anymore.
“No,” I said coldly. “You were never enough.”
Tyler staggered back slightly, as if my words had struck him deeper than any wound he had received in this war. I stepped closer, my eyes burning into his.
“Kneel.”
His body went rigid. The warriors that were still standing froze, their eyes flicking between us.
“What?” Tyler rasped.
I lifted my chin. “Kneel, Tyler. Bow down to your new Alpha.”
Silence. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. And then—Tyler laughed. A bitter, hollow sound.
“You think I’ll kneel for you?” he growled. “You think I’ll bow to the woman who tore my pack apart?”
I tilted my head, my grip tightening on my sword.
“I think you don’t have a choice.”
Tyler’s jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. I could see the battle raging inside him. His pride was screaming at him to refuse, to fight until his last breath.
But his rationality knew that if he fought me now—
He would die. Slowly, painfully, like every other fool who stood in my way. His warriors had already surrendered.
His pack was mine.
Revenge was sweet.
