DAMON’S POV
The light from Aria’s awakening disorients the enemy.
It struck the ridge first—a white flare that washed out the red moon, causing every shadow on the battlefield to vanish. For a brief moment, everything seemed to hesitate: wolves halted mid-leap, spears remained half-raised, and fire appeared to float in the air like a held breath. I sensed it in my bones before I fully grasped it—a warm sensation that unfurled in my chest, flowing through the connection between us like a current searching for its destination.
“Aria!” I shouted, the name cutting through the fog. It reached her before the light, and I felt her tremble and gasp as life returned. My wolf roared loudly, part fear, part triumph, part undefined emotion. Warriors turned to look. For a moment, I saw only her: the
