"Luca," I yelled above the din of war, "we have to maintain the line here! We rely on it for our pack! —
He nodded strongly; his voice clear even though he was in agony. "Aria, I won let them break us. Not now nor ever.
I had a flash of strength at that point. As if sparked by our common will, the Crescent Mark flashed with a fresh brightness. Then I realized that our legacy will be shaped by our decisions taken in the face of unbounded darkness rather than by the betrayals of the past.
Our soldiers started to gather as the evening became dark. Though many and aggressive, the constant will of our pack progressively drove back the Dark Wolves. But even when triumph looked within approach, a terrible fact stayed in my thoughts: the war was waged in every wolf's heart and head rather than just on the battlefield. The Crescent Bloodline left behind a two-edged blade that might unite us in victory or split us with its unrelenting demand for sacrifice.
