The silver warmth inside her chest began to glow again.
Only this time—
She didn’t fight it.
She didn’t try to force it.
She let it take over.
The light spread across the street like moonlight touching water.
The wolves felt it immediately.
Their heads lowered.
Bodies stilled as she got ready to speak.
Aria raised her hand.
“By the power of the Moonborn…”
Silver energy spread outward across the clearing.
Lyra’s eyes widened slightly.
“She’s binding the pact.”
She lowered her head.
Aria continued.
“These packs stand together.”
The wolves of the Northern Pack stepped forward.
The Ironfang wolves followed.
Then the Shadow Vale pack.
“…Until Vargan is defeated and removed as Alpha.”
The silver light flared.
For a moment the entire street glowed.
Every wolf could feel it.
A promise.
A command.
A bond.
Then the light faded like it was never there.
The alliance was sealed.
Lyra looked impressed.
“I can feel it.”
Torren nodded slowly.
“The Moonborn magic.”
Darius studied Aria carefully.
“Interesting.”
Vargan finally spoke again.
“Well done.”
Aria looked at him.
“You’re outnumbered now.”
Vargan laughed.
Not nervous.
Not angry.
Amused.
“You think this was about numbers?”
Lyra growled softly.
“You’re surrounded.”
Vargan shook his head.
“No.”