Chapter 44: The Moon's Chosen
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Silence fell across the battlefield.
The raging clash of claws and steel suddenly faded as every warrior turned toward Aria.
The wind circled her like a living storm.
Her silver eyes glowed brighter than the moon above.
Even the Nightborn creatures—beasts that feared nothing—hesitated.
The Nightborn leader stepped back slowly, its twisted claws lowering as it studied her.
“That power…” it hissed. “No… it cannot be…”
Aria barely heard it.
Her entire focus was on Kael.
He lay on the blood-stained ground, his massive wolf body barely moving as the creatures surrounded him.
Pain shot through her chest through the mate bond.
It felt like her heart was being torn apart.
“Get away from him,” she said quietly.
But her voice carried across the battlefield like thunder.
The Nightborn creatures snarled and rushed forward.
Aria lifted her hand.
Something ancient awakened within her.
The moon above suddenly shone brighter.
A beam of silver light crashed down from the sky, striking the ground in front of her.
BOOM.
The earth exploded outward.
Nightborn bodies were thrown into the air like broken dolls.
Gasps erupted from the Lycan warriors.
“That… that’s moon magic!” one warrior whispered in shock.
“No human can do that…”
Aria didn’t stop walking.
Every step she took cracked the ground beneath her feet.
Her power pulsed stronger with each heartbeat.
The Nightborn leader snarled and lunged toward Kael again, desperate to finish him before she reached them.
But Aria was faster.
The wind exploded around her.
In the blink of an eye, she stood between Kael and the monster.
The creature’s claws stopped inches from her throat.
A glowing barrier of silver light blocked the attack.
Aria slowly raised her eyes.
They burned like molten moonlight.
“You were warned,” she said coldly.
The creature screamed and attacked again.
But the moment its claws touched the barrier—
CRACK.
Silver energy shot through its body.
The Nightborn leader was blasted across the battlefield, smashing into the ground with a deafening crash.
The remaining creatures shrieked in terror.
Even they could feel it now.
This was not ordinary power.
This was something older.
Something sacred.
Behind Aria, Kael’s wolf stirred weakly.
His golden eyes opened slightly.
And the moment he saw her glowing figure standing over him…
Shock flashed across his face.
“…Aria?”
Aria turned slightly, kneeling beside him.
The moment her hand touched his wounded fur, silver light spread across his injuries.
The deep claw marks slowly began to close.
Gasps spread among the warriors.
“She’s healing the king!”
“Who… who is she?”
But the Nightborn leader slowly rose from the rubble, its red eyes burning with fear and hatred.
It stared at Aria like she was a ghost.
“The prophecy…” it whispered hoarsely.
“The Moon’s Chosen…”
The battlefield froze.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
Aria frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
The creature let out a dark laugh.
“You don’t even know what you are.”
Its eyes gleamed with madness.
“But the Devourer knows.”
A chill ran through the battlefield.
“Soon,” it hissed, “the Shadow King will come for you.”
And when he does…
This kingdom will burn.”
With a furious roar, the creature slammed its claws into the ground.
Dark smoke exploded outward—
And when it cleared…
The Nightborn army was gone.
Vanished into the shadows.
Leaving the battlefield silent.
Aria slowly looked down at Kael.
His golden eyes were still fixed on her, filled with confusion… and something deeper.
Something intense.
“You…” he murmured weakly.
what are you?
Aria’s glowing eyes flickered uncertainly.
Because deep inside…
She was beginning to wonder the same thing
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