Chapter 9: The Luna in the Making
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The pack was restless.
Whispers echoed through the halls like restless winds.
Kael sat in the great hall, the weight of leadership heavier than ever. The council waited, eyes sharp, questions unspoken but loud.
Aria stood beside him, arms folded, nerves pulsing like wildfire under her skin.
She was here now. Not just as Kael’s mate but as a woman clawing her way back from the ashes of her past.
“Stormfang needs to prepare,” Kael said, voice steady and commanding. “If Aria is to become Luna, she must be ready.”
A murmur ran through the pack.
Aria met Kael’s eyes, surprised at the strength she found there.
“I want to train harder,” she said. “Not just fight, but learn everything. Magic. Politics. History.”
Jace grinned beside her. “We’ll get you there.”
Kael nodded. “You’ll need to be strong. But stronger still… you’ll need to trust.”
Aria swallowed. Trust had been the hardest thing to find.
Later, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Sierra’s plan simmered in the shadows.
She’d lost control of the pack.
Lost Kael’s attention.
But she wasn’t done.
A whisper in the night, a secret to be revealed, a fracture to be made.
She sent a message to Bloodroot.
That same night, Aria trained alone.
Her muscles burned, sweat slicking her skin.
Kael watched silently from the shadows.
When she faltered, he stepped forward.
“Don’t stop,” he said.
“But I’m tired.”
“You’re stronger than this.”
Their eyes locked. The tension between them crackled electric.
Kael closed the distance, his hand steady on her waist.
“You’re mine, Aria,” he murmured. “Not because of fate, but because I choose you.”
Her breath hitched.
“Then let me be your Luna.”
The pack was changing.
And so was Aria.
No longer broken. No longer afraid.
She was becoming the wolf she was always meant to be.
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