Chapter 182. Don’t Let

Xerina’s POV

The world was quiet. Too quiet. Like the air itself was holding its breath in mourning. As the light of the Moon Goddess faded, I felt myself drifting somewhere between darkness and light, my consciousness fraying at the edges. I was gone, yet somehow, I lingered, tethered to the remnants of the battlefield, to the people I loved.

I could sense them all—Luca, Ruka, the pack—but one presence stood out above the rest. Rasmus. His agony was a roar that echoed through the void, a primal scream that reached into the depths of my soul. He was alive. But he was suffering, and that pain burned brighter than any darkness.

Slowly, the world began to reform around me, the sounds of the battlefield returning in a rush—clashing blades, growls of wounded wolves, the anguished cries of those left standing. I wasn’t really there; I was only a whisper on the wind, a flicker of moonlight on the edge of their vision. But I saw everything.

Rasmus stood at the