The first thing Aria felt was power.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Power vast, ancient, and alive coiling beneath her skin like a sleeping storm that had finally opened its eyes.
Silver light pulsed through the medical chamber, rattling glass and forcing every wolf inside to drop to one knee.
Lucian felt it hit him like a physical blow.
His breath punched out of his lungs as his wolf bowed inside him not in submission to a king… but to a Luna.
“Aria…” he whispered.
The doors burst open.
She rose slowly from the bed, feet hovering inches above the floor, long silver hair lifting as if touched by moonlight that didn’t exist in the room. The machines monitoring her vitals sparked and died one by one.
Her wound gone.
Her heartbeat steady.
Her eyes Silver.
Not the soft silver of a normal Lun
