“You just controlled an entire pack.”
Vargan didn’t look surprised.
He looked thrilled.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “Just like the legends.”
Aria turned to him.
“You don’t seem very worried.”
“Why would I be?”
She gestured to the frozen wolves.
“Because I could stop you too.”
Vargan laughed.
Deep and amused.
“Try.”
Aria focused on him.
She felt the wolves clearly.
But Vargan…
Was different.
His mind was like a wall of iron.
She pushed harder.
Silver light flared brighter.
“Stop.”
Vargan didn’t move.
Instead—
He stepped forward.
Straight through her power.
Kael cursed.
“I was afraid of that.”
Aria frowned.
“Why didn’t it work?”
Kael’s voice was tight.
“Because he’s an Alpha.”
Vargan nodded approvingly.
“Very good.”
He stopped only a few feet away from her.
“The Moonborn could control most wolves.”
He leaned closer.
“But Alphas…”
His red eyes gleamed.
“…must be broken first.”
Aria’s power surged again instinctively.
This time stronger.
Brighter.
The ground cracked slightly beneath her feet as silver energy spilled outward.
Kael grabbed her arm.
“Aria—calm down!”
But it was too late.
The power inside her finally opened.
Memories that weren’t hers flashed through her mind.
Ancient battles.
Moonlit warriors.
Humans glowing with silver light as wolves knelt before them.
The Moonborn weren’t just peacekeepers.
They were weapons.
Created to stop wolves if they ever became too powerful.