Chapter 20: The power of the Moon
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The battlefield trembled beneath the power of two Alphas.
Kael’s massive Lycan form towered over the warriors around him, his black fur bristling as he faced Magnus once again. His glowing golden eyes burned with fury.
Magnus stood several feet away, gripping his sword tightly.
Blood stained the corner of his mouth, but his smile never disappeared.
“Impressive,” Magnus said, circling slowly. “You truly are the strongest king this kingdom has ever had.”
Kael growled.
“And you’re still the same traitor who thinks he deserves my throne.”
Magnus laughed softly.
“I don’t want your throne.”
His eyes flicked toward Aria again.
“I want the power standing behind you.”
Kael roared and charged.
The massive wolf lunged forward with terrifying speed, slamming into Magnus and knocking him across the battlefield. The ground cracked beneath them as they crashed into the dirt.
But Magnus rolled quickly to his feet and swung his sword upward.
The blade slashed across Kael’s shoulder.
A low snarl rumbled from the Lycan King.
The wound wasn’t deep—but it was enough to make the surrounding warriors step back nervously.
These two weren’t just fighting.
They were destroying everything around them.
Nearby, Aria could barely breathe.
Her silver aura was still glowing around her body, and the moonlight above seemed to grow brighter with every passing moment.
She could feel the power inside her changing.
Growing.
It felt different now.
Stronger.
Like the moon itself was responding to her.
“What is happening to me…?” she whispered.
Suddenly, a rebel wolf rushed toward her from the side.
“Take the Moon-Bound!”
Aria reacted instinctively.
She raised her glowing hands again.
But this time, something new happened.
Instead of a burst of energy exploding outward—
The silver light shot forward in a narrow beam.
The rebel wolf was thrown back instantly, sliding across the ground like he had been struck by lightning.
The nearby warriors gasped.
Aria stared at her hands in shock.
“I didn’t even try to do that…”
Across the battlefield, Magnus saw it too.
His eyes widened slightly.
“Interesting.”
He pushed Kael back with a powerful strike and stepped away.
“You’re evolving faster than expected.”
Kael stood protectively between Magnus and Aria, his massive claws digging into the ground.
“You’re not getting near her.”
Magnus wiped blood from his lip again.
“You’re missing the bigger picture, King Kael.”
He pointed toward the sky.
The moon above them was glowing brighter than it had all night.
The silver light shining down onto Aria had become almost blinding.
“That power is awakening fully now,” Magnus continued.
“And when it does…”
His smile returned.
“The entire kingdom will change.”
Suddenly—
A thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield.
But it didn’t come from either army.
Every warrior froze.
Even Kael’s ears twitched as he turned toward the distant mountains.
Aria felt a sudden chill run down her spine.
“That sound…”
Another roar echoed again.
Louder this time.
And closer.
The rebel wolves began murmuring nervously.
One of Magnus’ soldiers whispered, “That’s not one of ours…”
Kael’s expression turned deadly serious.
Because he recognized that roar.
And he hadn’t heard it in years.
“Impossible,” he muttered.
Aria looked at him.
“What is it?”
Kael’s golden eyes were fixed on the dark mountains beyond the battlefield.
His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“Something far worse than this rebellion.”
Another roar shook the ground.
And from the distant shadows beyond the battlefield—
A gigantic shape began moving toward them.
Whatever was coming..
It wasn’t a wolf.
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