Aria barely had time to process what had happened before another rogue came barreling toward her.
Her pulse pounded in her ears. Move!
She dodged at the last second, the wolf's claws ripping through the air where she had just been standing.
Before it could recover, a dark shape slammed into it from the side. Kael.
His massive black wolf pinned the rogue down and with a vicious snarl, tore into its throat. Blood sprayed the ground as the lifeless body collapsed beneath him.
Kael lifted his head, his silver eyes wild and untamed. His fur was soaked in blood, his muscles heaving with every breath. He wasn't just fighting—he was losing control.
More enemies swarmed in, and the battlefield was a blur of snapping jaws, snarls, and screams.
Caleb stalked toward Aria, his smirk sending a shiver of rage through her.
"Look at you," he mocked. "You always were weak."
Aria's fists clenched. Not anymore.
She felt the power in her veins—the mark on her wrist burning hotter, pulsing in time with her anger.
Caleb lunged—but this time, she didn't back down.
She threw her hand up, and something inside her unleashed.
A shockwave of pure force erupted from her body, sending Caleb flying backward. He crashed into a tree with a sickening crack.
Silence fell.
The battlefield stilled.
Even Kael, who had been lost in his rage, turned toward her. His wolf's silver eyes widened as he saw the glow radiating from Aria's skin.
"What… are you?" Caleb rasped, struggling to his feet.
Aria didn't know the answer. But she knew one thing.
She wasn't weak anymore.