The battlefield hums with the aftermath of carnage, the air stained with the scent of blood and burning debris.
Bodies litter the ground, some still twitching, others forever still. The hybrid is dead, and yet, the fight rages on, the remnants of Rowan's forces still clawing at whatever victory they can scavenge.
Aries moves with predatory grace, weaving through the chaos. Every muscle in his body thrums with unspent energy, his blue eyes sharp, scanning. Searching.
And then—Cain.
He stands in the center of the battlefield, unbothered, untouched. A smirk curves his lips, arrogance radiating from his very stance.
And then, he winks.
Something is wrong.
The air shifts, thickens with the weight of unseen danger. Aries' fur bristles. My gut tightens.
There's something more to that look, something sinister lurking beneath Cain's smirk.