Chapter 13: The Awakening
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The light around Alina intensified.
At first, it was only a faint glow around her hands.
But within seconds—
The energy spread across her arms, swirling like silver flames dancing in the night air.
Below the balcony, the battlefield fell into silence.
Every wolf—royal guards and rebels alike—felt it.
A crushing pressure filled the air.
Like the world itself was holding its breath.
Magnus’ eyes lit up with excitement.
“So it’s true…” he whispered.
“The Moon-Bound power.”
Beside Alina, Kael’s expression darkened.
“Alina,” he said carefully, forcing calm into his voice, “you need to breathe.”
But she could barely hear him.
Her chest burned.
Too hot.
The energy inside her felt alive—like a storm clawing its way out.
“I… I can’t stop it,” she said, panic rising.
The silver light pulsed violently.
Then—
BOOM!
A shockwave exploded from the balcony.
Rebel wolves were thrown backward, crashing into the stone ground.
Dust and debris filled the air.
Magnus staggered—but didn’t fall.
Instead…
He laughed.
Deep.
Thrilled.
“Magnificent!”
Kael moved instantly, stepping in front of Alina, shielding her.
His eyes now glowed bright gold.
“You need to go inside,” he ordered.
But the energy didn’t stop.
It grew.
The silver glow spread up her neck, across her shoulders—
And then…
It changed.
Faint markings began to form on her skin.
Ancient.
Glowing.
Alive.
Alina gasped.
“What’s happening to me?!”
Kael’s gaze snapped back to the courtyard.
Magnus was watching.
Not with fear—
But with satisfaction.
And in that moment, Kael understood.
“This is what you wanted,” he growled.
Magnus lifted his sword, smiling.
“Yes.”
His voice carried across the courtyard.
“I needed her power to awaken.”
Alina stared down at him, confused.
“What are you talking about?”
Magnus spread his arms slowly.
“The prophecy never said the power belonged to the royal bloodline.”
His smile darkened.
“It only said the Moon-Bound would rise.”
The ground trembled.
Even the royal guards shifted uneasily.
Kael’s instincts screamed.
Danger.
“Alina,” he said urgently, “you must stop it now.”
“I don’t know how!”
Another surge erupted from her hands.
CRACK!
The stone railing split apart, pieces falling into the courtyard.
Magnus stepped forward, completely unfazed.
“You see the problem, King?” he called out.
“She has power…”
He pointed his blade toward her.
“But no control.”
Something in Kael snapped.
With a furious roar, he leapt from the balcony.
Midair—
His body transformed.
Bones cracked.
Muscles expanded.
Dark fur burst across his skin as he shifted into his full Lycan war form.
He landed with devastating force.
The ground shattered beneath him.
A massive black wolf now stood in the courtyard.
Towering.
Terrifying.
Golden eyes blazing with fury.
The royal guards instinctively stepped back.
Even the rebels hesitated.
But Magnus—
Magnus only smiled wider.
“Finally,” he said.
He raised his sword and pointed it at Kael.
“I was wondering when you’d stop holding back.”
Above them, Alina stood frozen.
Her glowing hands trembled violently.
The silver energy around her continued to grow.
Unstable.
Uncontrollable.
And deep within her—
Something ancient stirred.
Something powerful.
Something that had slept for centuries.
Waiting.
Watching.
Awakening.
The Moon-Bound power…
Had only just begun to rise.
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