Eliza reached out and cupped his face in her hands. "I love you, Lucas. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to save you."
Tears filled Lucas's eyes. "I love you too, Eliza. But I can't lose you."
"We won't lose each other," she whispered. "We'll make it through this. Together."
The night of the full moon arrived, casting an eerie glow over Eldenbrook. The villagers gathered in the town square, armed with torches and weapons. Fear and determination were etched on their faces as they prepared to hunt the werewolf.
Eliza and Lucas stood at the edge of the forest, hidden in the shadows. Eliza clutched the silver dagger in her hand, her heart pounding with fear and resolve. Lucas's transformation was imminent, and they had to act quickly.
"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Lucas nodded, his jaw clenched. "Let's do this."
They began the ritual, reciting the ancient incantations and preparing the herbs. The silver dagger gleamed in the moonlight, a symbol of both hope and dread. As they reached the final part of the ritual, Eliza's hands shook.
"Remember, Eliza," Lucas said, his voice strained. "You don't have to do this."
Eliza looked into his eyes, filled with love and determination. "I have to. For you."
With a deep breath, she raised the dagger. The villagers' shouts echoed in the distance, drawing closer. Eliza's heart ached, but she knew what she had to do.