Amidst the ravages of war, Soraya emerged from the sidelines, her heavily pregnant form radiating a mixture of strength and vulnerability. She'd been watching from the sidelines, calculating every move that each side made. She watched with horror at the destruction both sides produced, the death tolls becoming higher and higher with each passing moment. The weight of sorrow hung heavy upon her heart as she witnessed Beartooth, the love of her life, extinguish the life of Pandora, Sabertooth's Queen. The sight tore through her like a jagged blade, shattering the fragile remnants of their once unbreakable bond. In that moment, Soraya knew that Beartooth had to be stopped, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness and breaking the deepest recesses of her heart. His words echoed in her mind, the devastating horror and fear that they brought her. This was who she had decided to marry, this was who she gave her life too. She'd followed this path for long enough.

With every ounce of determination, The Fire Queen bounded towards her King, her movements careful and calculated, mindful of the precious lives growing within her. She aimed to subdue him, to end his rampage, but above all, to protect her unborn children from harm. The ground quivered beneath her paws as she collided with him, toppling him to the ground in a desperate bid to bring an end to the cycle of destruction. As she pinned Beartooth beneath her, her voice trembled with a raw mix of love and anguish. ”Beartooth, my love.."” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. ”I still love you, but I can no longer continue the path that Tarben has committed itself to. Our unborn children deserve a future free from the shackles of war.” Beartooth's icy orbs met hers, a torrent of emotions swirling within them. Soraya's heart fractured further at the realization that this act, borne out of love, would also bring about his demise. With a heavy heart, she knew what she had to do. In one swift, sorrowful motion, Soraya delivered a sharp, decisive bite to Beartooth's neck, severing the thread that bound them together.

As life ebbed away from him, Soraya's tears flowed freely down her face, mingling with the bloodstained snow. Sobs wracked her body, a symphony of grief and remorse unfolding from her maw as she watched the life drain from Beartooth's eyes. The pain of losing him consumed her, but in her heart, she knew that this sacrifice was necessary to pave the way for a better future. His blood pooled around her paws, becoming wet within her grip. With Beartooth's life extinguished, Soraya turned her gaze to the Sabertooth members, her voice filled with anguish and determination. ”Halt!” she cried, her words cutting through the clamor of battle. She could only hope that this would grab everyone's attention.d ”This war ends now! We cannot continue down this path. Our children deserve peace, not the echoes of bloodshed.”

Her command reverberated across the battlefield, echoed in the hearts of those who heard her. The raw, unyielding pain in Soraya's voice was palpable, as she tried to hold her sobs back for a mere moment. She knew each side was weary, they were exhausted. Families had lost loved ones over pride. Parents had lost children, mates had lost their true loves. Why did they continue to fight? With commanding strength, Soraya spoke again, her words infused with a desperate longing for a better future. "Each side must back down, relinquish power over one another," she declared. "Let us tend to the wounded, heal the scars that mar our lands, and find a path to peace." In that moment, Soraya stood as a testament to the capacity for sacrifice and forgiveness. Her heart shattered, her world forever changed, she longed for the suffering to end. This second war had taken its toll, and she refused to subject her children to the horrors of another conflict. Soraya grieved for the loss of her love and the shattered dreams they had once shared. But her spirit burned with an unwavering resolve to foster peace. With the strength of a mother and the determination of a Queen, she beckoned towards a future where swords would be sheathed, where harmony would reign, and where her children could grow in a world unmarred by the scars of war.

Her eyes flickered down to the now passed love of her life, a sob rippling through her body. She had committed the ultimate act of treason as Tarben's Queen, yet it had been for the better for the pack. In doing so, she'd not only broken herself, but their children's idea of a family. She was undoubtedly sure that Tarben would kill her in return, as she knew Kublai and Lova had certainly been watching. Soraya turned, her fur bristling in anxiety, yet tears continued to stream down her features as she stalked her way off the battlefield. Her job was done, that as a Queen, and as a mate. Beartooth's reign ended with her. Their children wouldn't have to live in fear ever again.