The forest stood still.
A hush fell over the land as the final battle came to a close. The skies, once blackened with thunderclouds and fury, now parted to reveal soft moonlight—gentle and pure.
Callista stood in the center of the clearing, her hair whipped by the wind, her hands trembling from the power she had unleashed. Around her, witches and werewolves stood together—battered, bruised, but victorious.
The warlock monster Sabrina had awoken was gone—sealed once more beneath the earth, bound by ancient magic. But this time, it wasn't just the spell of old witches or the strength of the werewolves that had done it. It was her. The daughter of both. The symbol of unity.
Callista had been the key all along.
Lucien stood at her side, blood on his face, but his arms steady around her. His presence grounded her even as the magnitude of what they'd done settled on her chest.
Sabrina's lifeless body lay at the edge of the clearing, her face twisted in disbelief. She had underestimated Callista's strength—and overestimated her own darkness.
Elira stepped forward, her white robes torn but her eyes bright. "It is done," she said softly. "The balance has been restored."
Callista nodded, her legs giving out beneath her, but Lucien caught her just in time. She let herself rest against him, tears slipping down her cheeks—not of sorrow, but relief.
The others began to cheer—howls rising into the sky, chants echoing from the witches. For the first time in centuries, the two races stood not as enemies, but as allies.
Later that night, a ceremony was held at the heart of the pack. The ancient tree, once used for rituals and war councils, now served a new purpose.
Callista, in a gown of silver and blue, stood before everyone as Lucien took her hand. His eyes locked onto hers with pride, love, and admiration.
"With the moon and stars as our witness," he said, his voice strong, "we name Callista not just as my mate, but as Luna of the Blue Moon Pack. The bridge between our kind. The peace we never knew we needed."
Cheers erupted. Callista blinked back tears as the wolves bowed and the witches lit their torches in her honor.
She stepped forward and spoke, her voice clear. "The war is over. But our work begins now. We will build a world where no child has to choose between magic and instinct. Where power is no longer feared, but used to protect. Together—we are stronger."
The night ended with laughter, music, and quiet promises whispered beneath the stars.
And as Callista stood with Lucien, their fingers entwined and their bond stronger than ever, she finally knew what it meant to belong—to lead—to love.
Her journey had begun with secrets, shadows, and pain. But it ended with unity, purpose, and light.
She was no longer just the girl caught between two worlds.
She was the world's future.
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THE END.