The valley was silent except for the gentle rustle of pine needles in the wind.
Aria’s legs trembled as she stood surrounded the kneeling wolves. Every gaze, every heartbeat, seemed to pulse toward her. Her silver wolf stirred restlessly inside her, Selene whispering urgently.
They know… Aria. They know who you are.
Draven, the Alpha who had saved her, stepped forward from the shadows. His golden eyes glowed faintly in the sunlight, calm yet commanding. Every movement he made radiated authority, power… and a strange reverence.
“Aria Nightshade,” he began, his voice echoing like a chant through the valley. “You are far from ordinary. The blood that flows in your veins… is older than this pack. Older than the oldest legends.”
Aria’s head tilted in confusion. “I… don’t understand. What d
