All night, there had been only one thought pushing the Howlers forward.
Through blood, through claw, through fire and death, it was that fragile promise, that if they endured until the sunrise, if they did that, then victory was in sight, and then their vow would hold.
The humans, the Altereds, the allies who had come from cities far and wide, all of them fought with that same thread of hope. The full moon would pass. The Howlers would not lose themselves. And when dawn came, their power would be their own.
And now... the sun had risen.
The first rays of light broke across the battlefield, scattering the shadows, bathing the carnage in a pale gold. And the moment their eyes caught it, every fighter knew. The vow was kept. The Howlers had survived the night of the full moon.
Hope surged like fire through their veins.
Inside the wrecked restaurant, Olivia’s body shimmered as her transformation overtook her. Her whip lashed out with impossible force, cutting through the air in a wide arc. It cracked against several Werewolves at once, snapping them back with yelps of pain. With the momentum of her swing, she leapt forward, delivering a vicious kick to the face of another, sending the beast crashing into the rubble.
Kevin, small but relentless, slid under the legs of a snarling werewolf. As he rose on the other side, his form was already shifting, bones cracking, fur bursting through his skin. His claws dug deep into his opponent’s neck before the creature could react, dragging it down in a spray of blood.
On the open field, Midwak stared up at the sun as it burned away the last trace of night. His body convulsed, bones reshaping, and the lone wolf of the Howlers rose once more in his full Werewolf form. For a moment, the thrill of transformation filled him, but it didn’t last. His eyes snapped back to Lupus.
There was nothing he could do against that monster. One swipe, just one careless blow, and Midwak would be nothing but another corpse in the dirt.
So he turned, his heavy paws pounding the ground as he ran toward the larger battlefield behind them. He would fight where his strength mattered, where he could save lives instead of throwing his own away.
But closer to the center, the nightmare continued.
Kai lifted his arms in a desperate guard. Lupus’s fist came down, raw power shattering his defense. The blow smashed into the side of his face, snapping his head down and grinding it into the earth. The ground erupted, soil and stone shattering beneath the impact.
The vibration ran through the entire battlefield, shaking fighters on both sides. Ice spread in jagged sheets across the ground as Lupus’s energy spilled out unchecked, coating the field in frozen death.
“No... no...” Marie whispered, her voice trembling. Her legs slowed as she saw the sunlight break through the treetops. Her breath caught. Her hope faltered. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel⁂fire.net
“The sun is up. The sun is up... that was all we needed. That was all we needed to survive. So why... why is this happening?”
For her, the sunrise had been the beacon, the sign that everything would turn in their favor. But now, staring at Lupus, she wondered what hope truly meant. They could transform freely, yes, but what did that matter if their opponent was something no transformation could overcome?
Among the Lupus Pack, one figure stood apart.
He had recovered enough to move, but instead of fighting, he remained still, eyes locked on the battlefield. He had seen Ylva fall. He had felt the shift as the Howlers transformed under the rising sun. The world had flipped upside down before his eyes.
Yet Lupus remained untouched. Unchanging. Unstoppable.
Slit’s claws twitched. He wanted to act, he was sure that he might be able to tip the balance. But deep down, he knew there was more than one piece still hidden on the board.
And his eyes shifted to the Howlers. Because wasn’t there another figure among them who could change everything?
Marie’s scream tore through the silence of his thoughts.
“Gary! Where’s Gary? GARY!!!”
Out in the middle of the field, among corpses and broken stone, a figure stirred.
Gary lifted his head. His lips and chin were drenched in blood, his sleeve dragging across his face as he wiped it away. His chest heaved as his energy surged back. The sunrise blazed in his eyes, and strength returned to his limbs.
He rose to his feet. And then he ran.
His roar split the battlefield, amplified by the force of his lungs, carrying across the chaos until it struck her ears.
Xin had not been fighting the others inside the restaurant. She had been waiting, watching, running, following the pull of instinct that told her Gary would need her.
At the sound of his call, she leapt, her body a blur of fur and claws in her Werewolf form. She soared across the broken battlefield, landing just ahead of Gary. And as she touched down, her body shrank, shifted, reformed.
Her fur receded. Her claws melted back into fingers. And Xin stood before him as herself, human once more.
Side by side, the two of them sprinted across the battlefield, heading for their destiny.
“Xin...” Gary gasped. “Transform!”
It didn’t need to be said twice.
Xin’s hand shot out, clasping Gary’s, and she pulled him forward. In that instant, her lips pressed against his.
Light exploded between them.
Both their eyes blazed with power. And in that shared breath, in that kiss beneath the rising sun, the two of them had changed.
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