The Solari awakening
a moment, the battlefield stood frozen. Every wolf—from the warriors of the Ashen Moon Pack to the invading soldiers of the Blood Moon Pack—stared at the glowing golden wolf standing in the center of the clearing. Lyra. Moonlight poured down upon her like a blessing from the heavens, even though the sun still hung in the sky. The silver beam wrapped around her golden fur, making her appear almost divine. The air itself seemed to hum with ancient power. Nearby wolves instinctively stepped back. Even hardened warriors felt their instincts screaming at them to bow. Across the clearing, Ronan watched with wide eyes. “That… that’s impossible,” he whispered. No Omega should possess that kind of power. No wolf should. But Lyra was no ordinary wolf. She was Solari. At the edge of the
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