Ylva possessed more experience than anyone else when it came to channeling the power of the moon. With that strength, she had mastered a rare and dangerous gift, the ability to glimpse moments into the future. Yet she always limited herself to only a few seconds ahead, and there were important reasons for this.
The first was simple: in direct combat, those fleeting moments were the most effective use of her ability. Seeing a second ahead could mean dodging a fatal strike, or striking at the exact instant her opponent exposed a weakness.
The second reason was mastery. Ylva had trained herself over countless battles to merge what her eyes saw with the flashes of images her power gave her. It wasn’t something that came naturally. To take visions of a future that hadn’t yet happened and react as though they were real required focus, control, and years of practice. She had perfected both, weaving foresight into combat like no other Luna could.
And the third reason, the most dangerous, was cost. Even for a Luna, the energy needed to glimpse further than a few seconds ahead was immense. It drained her in ways that could not easily be recovered in battle. She had experimented before, trying to peer further down the thread of time. The results had been... unreliable.
Because the truth was, seeing the future was never as straightforward as it seemed. When Ylva opened her vision too far, she was never certain what future she was truly looking at. Was it one in which she had already acted, shaping events with her intervention? Or was it one where she had stood still and done nothing? Or perhaps the visions themselves shifted, influenced by what she already knew, showing her possibilities rather than inevitabilities.
That was why Ylva had learned not to trust them fully. To her, the short glimpses were the only ones she considered accurate, moments ahead, not days, not hours. But Marie did not understand this. To Marie, what she had just seen was undeniable truth, fact carved into stone.
The realization hit her like lightning. She no longer cared who stood beside her. Ylva, who had been her immediate focus, no longer mattered. Without hesitation, Marie’s powerful legs pushed off the ground, launching her over the battlefield in a single leap.
She landed with a heavy thud, the earth cracking beneath her weight, and immediately sprinted up the hill toward the group of allies gathered together. Within moments she was there, standing before Gary, her chest rising and falling, her aura radiating power so strongly that those around her couldn’t help but feel it pressing against their skin.
Gary’s breath caught. Even knowing she was from another pack, even knowing the hostility that usually burned between them, he didn’t feel the same agitation from her presence. Instead, her arrival was mesmerizing, the weight of her power undeniable.
“Gary, you have to get out of here, and as fast as possible!” Marie said, her voice sharp with urgency. “Not just you, but all the werewolves of the Howlers. You must leave now. Run, all of you, and don’t look back!”
Her words left the others stunned. They exchanged confused looks. Run? At this moment? When the tide of battle was finally turning in their favor? When even Kai himself was here fighting at their side?
“Marie, what are you saying?” Xin demanded, disbelief in his tone. “Shouldn’t we focus on stopping Ylva before she forces them into their Alpha forms? If we can prevent that, then we’ll have a real chance to take Lupus down for good!”
To them, it was the obvious course. The only true threats that remained were Ylva and Lupus, both locked in their terrifying true Alpha states. If they could neutralize one, the battle might finally shift to victory.
“I don’t have time to explain!” Marie snapped, her voice trembling with both desperation and fear. “Just trust me, trust me and get as far away from here as you can!”
Gary clenched his jaw. He trusted Marie, he truly did. But how could he obey her now? Everyone was here. Every fighter who had shed blood and sweat for this battle, every ally who had staked their lives to protect others, had gathered in this one place. If they abandoned the battlefield, the humans and Altereds who had fought alongside them would be left defenseless. If they turned their backs now, countless innocents would be slaughtered.
Leaving wasn’t something Gary could accept. Not when so much was at stake.
Meanwhile, the battle at the center of the field intensified. Kai burst forward at full speed, his massive wolf body moving faster than the eye could follow. When his strike collided with Lupus’s block, the impact sent the larger Alpha sliding backward, his claws digging trenches into the earth. For the first time, even Lupus was pushed off balance.
Lupus’s eyes narrowed. He could feel it.
‘I almost forgot what type of werewolf this one is. A Shapeshifter grows stronger based on the werewolves around them. Before, his strength was impressive. But now, surrounded by so many of his kin, his power is starting to climb even higher.’
The realization chilled him. He had already noticed it in Kai’s movements, skills appearing in his arsenal that he hadn’t used earlier in the fight. The Shapeshifter’s growth was accelerating, fueled by the presence of so many werewolves nearby. Lupus still didn’t believe he would lose. Not yet. But the creeping pressure of Kai’s rising strength was undeniable.
His gaze flickered toward Ylva, silently wondering if she would make her move, if she would rush into the fray and awaken her own full Alpha state to balance the scales. But instead of worry, he found something unexpected on her face. A smile.
And then, Ylva’s voice rang out across the battlefield.
“Trust me!” she shouted. “Everyone, retreat, we’re heading back!”
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