The clearing was silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Aria’s legs trembled as she stood under the towering pines, every fiber of her being humming with raw, ancient power. Lunara, her wolf, pulsed beneath her skin like a living heartbeat, urging her forward.
“Focus,” Draven commanded, his golden eyes sharp, unwavering. “Let her guide you… trust her.”
Aria closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. She felt the energy thrumming in her veins, the silver light beneath her skin. Every nerve, every muscle, every heartbeat called to her wolf.
Then, in one instant, it happened.
Her body arched violently as silver light erupted from her chest, flowing outward like molten moonlight. The glow wrapped around her, shaping and solidifying, forming fur and claws, eyes gleaming
