Darius circled Ava slowly, studying her with careful interest.
“The mark confirms it,” he said quietly.
Ava crossed her arms uneasily.
“Confirms what exactly?”
Darius stopped in front of her.
“You are the Moonborn.”
Ava blinked.
“That’s impossible.”
“The Moonborn appears once every thousand years,” Darius explained. “A being born with the power of the Moon Goddess herself.”
Ava shook her head immediately.
“That sounds like some ancient legend.”
Darius gestured toward the glowing symbol on her wrist.
“That legend is written on your skin.”
Ava stared down at the mark again.
The crescent moon pulsed softly as if responding to the conversation.
“But I’m just an omega,” she said quietly.
Darius shook his head.
“You were never ‘just’ anything.”
He stepped closer, his voice lowering.
“That mark awakened the moment your mate rejected you.”
Ava’s chest tightened again.
Kael’s face flashed through her mind.
The rejection had changed everything.
Darius watched her expression carefully.
“The Moonborn’s power often awakens through great emotional trauma.”
Ava swallowed hard.
“You mean… I became this because he rejected me?”
Darius nodded slowly.
“In a way, yes.”
Ava looked back toward the distant pack territory.
For the first time since the ceremony, she wondered if Kael truly understood what he had done.