CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT THE NEGOTIATORS

JAVION'S POV We approached the Lycans' camp, the atmosphere grew heavier with each step. The ominous growls and the low rumble of their voices carried on the night breeze, sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced over at Enzo, who was visibly trembling. His usual confidence seemed to have vanished. "Javion," Enzo whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant howls, "I... I don't think I can do this. I want to go back." I slowed to a stop and turned to face him. His hands were shaking so badly I could see it even in the dim light. "Enzo, listen to me," I said, trying to keep my tone steady but understanding. "This is the moment we’ve been preparing for. We need to face this head-on." He looked up at me, his eyes wide with fear. "But look at them, Javian. They’re huge! There’s so many of them. What if we get torn apart? What if—" I cut him off with a firm, but calm tone. "If we run now, we’re just buying ourselves a temporary peace. They’ll follow us back, and next time, t