Chapter 50 The Warden

Fynn POV “Claim me how?” I snap, my light burning, red-gold against silver, the black flicker roaring, pulling me apart. Morgan’s still, Elena’s tense, Jake and Mira ready, and the humans step closer, not threatening, but pressing, their voices a low chant—not chaos, not Lira’s, but pack, a song of strength, loyalty, home, and it hits me, a truth I can’t deny—the silver is Morgan, is us, is everything I’ve fought for.