Chapter Twenty-Six: Confronting the Hunt

The night of the full moon arrived, and with it, the Wild Hunt. The Huntsman, a legendary fey who commanded the Hunt with an iron fist, had come to claim his prey, and the pack was his target.

Kairos led the pack into the heart of the forest, his mind focused, his senses sharp. Every muscle in his body was on edge, the anticipation of battle running through his veins. He had been prepared for this moment, but that didn't make it any easier.

Azrael was beside him, his presence like a dark storm cloud. He hadn't spoken much, but his power radiated off him - controlled, dangerous. Seraphine felt the tension between them both, the clash of their energies, but she didn't have time to address it. Not now.

The Wild Hunt moved through the trees like shadows, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. Seraphine's magic flared, and she felt the bond with Azrael and Kairos strengthen as they fought together. Azrael's dark magic lashed out in waves, while Kairos fought with the raw power of his wolf form, every strike aimed with precision.

But the Huntsman was elusive, his form constantly shifting, making him nearly impossible to track. He was the leader of the Hunt, and he had come for them all.

Seraphine closed her eyes, feeling the pulse of the Hunt in her veins. The bloodthirsty energy, the primal urge to fight - it called to her. She opened her eyes and found Kairos facing off with the Huntsman, the two of them locked in a battle of wills, their magic and power colliding in the dark.

This wasn't just a fight for survival. It was a fight for their future - for the pack, for their love, for everything they had built. And Seraphine knew, with absolute certainty, that she could not let them lose.

She stepped forward, her magic surging as she called upon the wild power deep within her. The Wild Hunt was powerful, but so was she. And this time, she wouldn't let fear control her.

Together, they would fight.