Chapter 138: Aftermath of the Ritual

The explosion rocked Silverwood Falls, a brilliant flash of energy that lit up the night sky and sent shockwaves through the town. As the dust settled, the battlefield lay eerily silent, the remnants of Gabriel's forces scattered and disoriented.

I clung to Nathanial, my heart pounding in my chest. His injuries were severe, and I could feel his life slipping away with each passing second. Around us, the werewolves and our allies began to stir, slowly rising from the chaos.

"Elijah!" I called out, my voice desperate. "We need to get Nathanial to safety."

Elijah rushed over, his face etched with concern. Together, we lifted Nathanial's limp form and made our way through the debris towards the town's infirmary. The streets were littered with the wounded and the fallen, a grim reminder of the price we had paid for this temporary victory.

Inside the infirmary, Dr. Evelyn Harper was already tending to the injured, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. She looked up as we entered, her