The Awakening Begins
The flames had died down, but their echoes remained.
Aria stood in the aftermath of her transformation, her breath uneven, her body trembling from the power that had coursed through her veins. The warriors of Nightfall Pack had witnessed it—the fire, the wings, the sheer force that had erupted from her being—and none of them had been able to look away.
Some had stared in awe, others in fear, but one thing was certain: Aria was no longer just a rogue.
She was something more.
The air in the training yard was thick with tension as whispers spread among the gathered wolves. No one knew exactly what had happened, but they all felt it—the shift in energy, the change in their Luna.
Alexander stepped forward, his golden eyes steady as they met hers. "Are you alright?"
Aria nodded, but the truth was, she wasn't sure. The power inside her felt alive, a force she had barely begun to understand.
"We need Lyra," Alexander said, turning to Elias. "Now."
