Chapter72: The clash

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The night air hummed with tension as the scent of impending conflict mingled with the musk of the forest. I could feel every heartbeat of my pack, a rhythm pulsing in unison with my own. Huddled within the shadows, we were a tight coil of anticipation, waiting for the moment to strike. "Eden," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "Now." My son, young yet old beyond his years, stepped forward, his slender fingers closing around the scepter of convergence-its intricate carvings glowing faintly under the veil of night. Eden's eyes, two orbs of liquid sapphire, locked onto mine, and I saw the flicker of determination that mirrored my own resolve. He nodded once, a silent vow passing between us. Closing his eyes, he raised the scepter skyward. The air shifted, an electric charge dancing upon the breeze as the scepter hummed with ancient power. A soft luminance spread like dawn's first light, and then, Eden unleashed the magic we so desperatel