A Shattered Destiny

Wolf Heart

"He's hurt, but he's still with us," I said, trying to infuse my words with confidence. "We need to get him to safety and regroup."

Casey nodded, his jaw set with determination. "Let's get him to Jungle Karma Pizza. We can tend to his wounds there."

With careful hands, we lifted RJ and began the trek back to the pizzeria, the weight of our mission pressing down on us more heavily than ever. As we moved, I felt a renewed sense of purpose burning within me. Drakkon's reign of terror couldn't continue. The fallen Rangers deserved justice, and the surviving ones needed hope. And I was determined to be that hope, no matter the cost.

Once we reached the safety of Jungle Karma Pizza, we laid RJ on a makeshift bed. Fran, the ever-loyal employee, was quick to bring supplies and offer her assistance, her eyes wide with worry. "He's lost a lot of blood," Fran said, her voice trembling. "We need to act fast."

"We will," I assured her, turning to Theo and Casey. "We need to keep a lookout. Drakkon will likely return, and we can't be caught off guard."

Theo nodded, determination etched on his face. "We'll be ready. We'll make sure he doesn't get another Ranger."

As Fran tended to RJ, I took a moment to center myself. The battle was far from over, but with every life we saved, every Ranger we protected, we grew stronger. Turning to the team, I said, "We'll need a plan. Drakkon won't stop until he has what he wants, but together, we can outsmart him."

"What's the plan?" Casey asked, his eyes burning with the same determination I felt.

"Come back with me to Drakkon's dimension. We've already got the Dino Thunder Rangers there," I said, my mind already racing with possibilities. "But first, we need to make sure RJ recovers. After that, we take the fight to Drakkon. We'll use every resource we have, every ounce of strength, to stop him."

RJ stirred, his voice weak but resolute. "And I'll be right there with you, Kali. Drakkon won't know what hit him."

I smiled, feeling the weight of leadership settle on my shoulders. It was a heavy burden, but one I was ready to bear. For the Rangers, for the multiverse, and for the legacy we were all a part of. As we prepared for the battles ahead, I knew one thing for certain: we would not be defeated. Not by Drakkon, not by anyone. Because we were Rangers, and we never gave up.

After a few tense hours, it seemed RJ was going to make it. Fran had done her best to stabilize him, and his breathing had steadied. We all let out a collective sigh of relief, gathering around him in hopeful silence. Within those few hours, I'd introduced myself to the others and explained what was going on.

But then, just as we began to relax, things took a sudden turn for the worse. RJ's breathing became labored again, and he started showing signs of immense pain. He clenched his fists, his face contorted in agony, and we could do nothing but watch helplessly.

"What's happening?" Theo demanded, his voice thick with concern. "Fran, do something!"

Fran rushed to RJ's side, checking his vitals with frantic urgency. "I don't understand," she murmured, her brow furrowed in confusion. "He was stable just moments ago..."

RJ gasped for breath, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of pain and determination. "Kali," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Take... my spirit... my wolf spirit... It's... the only way..."

I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. "No, RJ, we can still save you," I insisted, my voice trembling with grief.

He reached out a hand, grasping mine weakly. "It's... okay," he whispered, his strength fading. "You... you have to... carry on... Protect... the Rangers..."