Later – Elias’s Tent
“You weren’t just reacting,” Elias told her, carefully wrapping her shoulder. “You were awakening. That wasn’t random aggression. That was a trigger.”
Aria swallowed hard. “What kind of trigger?”
He handed her an old scroll. “You’re not just any Luna, Aria. The prophecy—your prophecy—speaks of the Luna Requiem.”
She opened the scroll with trembling hands. Inked in ancient tongue, the words shimmered faintly beneath moonlight.
“When three wolves are torn by love, and war looms from blood not shed, she shall rise from dust and flame—bearing the wrath of the moon, and the salvation of the pack.”
Aria looked up, her voice trembling. “Three wolves... Aiden, Asher, Axel.”
Elias nodded grimly. “And you, Aria. You are the storm and the stillness. The one fated to choose
