Training a Queen
306 Words
Lucien’s training grounds lay deep within neutral territory, far from the laws of any pack. Enclosed by silverwood trees and bathed in the moon’s glow, it pulsed with ancient magic. Only those with awakened blood could enter. Aria stepped past the boundary, and for the first time in her life, the forest bowed to her presence.
“This place recognizes you,” Lucien murmured. “That means your power is stirring.”
Every day, Aria trained at sunrise and deep into the night. She fought with claws, fists, and strategy. She learned how to listen to the wind, sense danger before it came, and strike without hesitation.
Lucien was relentless but patient. He pushed her beyond her limits but never let her fall without rising stronger.
“You were never weak, Aria,” he told her one night, wiping blood from her split lip. “You were just caged.”
One evening, after a brutal sparring session, Aria collapsed beside the river. Her reflection shimmered, and for a brief second, her eyes glowed silver.
“What’s happening to me?” she whispered.
Lucien knelt beside her.
“You’re changing. You’re not just any wolf—you’re divine-blooded. Descended from the Luna Queens of old. You are meant to lead.”
Aria’s heart pounded.
“Why me?”
“Because the moon chose you.”
That night, she dreamed again—this time of a battlefield under a blood-red sky. Kael stood at one end, eyes full of anguish. Lucien stood at the other, cloaked in shadows. In the center… her.
Aria woke with a gasp.
“Something’s coming,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “And I don’t know who I’ll be when it does.”
Lucien’s voice echoed from the doorway:
“That’s why we train. To make sure you survive—and thrive.”
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