The hidden valley was alive with movement. Wolves of every shape and size patrolled the rocky paths, leaping between stone platforms, practicing hunting drills, and training under Draven’s watchful eye.
Aria followed him silently, her legs still weak from the night’s events. Her chest burned faintly—the lingering pain of the broken mate bond—but beneath it, a new energy simmered, whispering in her veins.
Selene stirred restlessly inside her.
It’s time, Aria. Time to awaken…
Draven led her to a secluded clearing, a natural amphitheater surrounded by ancient trees. Sunlight spilled through the branches, illuminating the soft moss underfoot.
“You will not train like ordinary wolves,” Draven said, his voice calm but firm. “Your power is unique. It will respond only to your will, your stre
