The blinding white light didn't just illuminate the bridge; it seemed to consume the very shadows of the storm. For a heartbeat, the world went silent. Even the thunder ceased its roar, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath.
When the light finally faded, a collective gasp rippled through the Blood Moon warriors.
Standing where Elara had been was a wolf unlike any they had ever seen. She was massive, nearly as large as Kael in his Alpha form, but her fur wasn't just white—it was translucent, shimmering like crushed diamonds under a winter moon. Her eyes were no longer human or wolf; they were twin pools of molten silver, radiating an ancient, cold authority that made the stone beneath her paws frost over.
This wasn't just a shift. This was an awakening.
Alpha Victor too
