Chapter4
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The Miscreant's Plot and The Last Fight
When Aria opened her eyes, the main thing she saw was the dim light filtering through the hospital windows. Under the tight wraps, her side throbbed, but the pain made sense. When a shadow passed over her bed, she tried to sit up but stopped.
Kieran remarked,
"You shouldn't propel yourself," in a deep, worried voice. He stayed with his arms folded, his bright eyes fixed on hers, his expression a mix of duty and anxiety.
Aria's mouth remained clenched, memories of the altercation burning in her mind. Her question was sharp.
"What is it that you need?" she said. Kieran groaned and moved closer. "I'm looking for responses. Aria, what made you come back? "After everything.”
"Since your pack is at serious risk. Also, I am not going to permit honest wolves to languish over your slip-ups.
" Her words struck deep, and Kieran jumped, his face hardening. Nevertheless, instead of acting belligerently, he took a seat and sat next to her bed.
"There's something you want to be aware of," he began, "The mavericks aren't following up on their own. They're following somebody — Raven Blackthorn.
" Aria's breath caught, and Kieran continued, his voice gloomy, "She's a previous alpha I banished quite a while back.
She's using dim wizardry to construct her military and get payback. She won't stop until she's obliterated each pack, starting with Bloodclaw.”
Raven was a name that seemed right, like an echo from a dream. After that, things began to fall into place.
Aria whispered, "I've seen her before," in a tremulous voice.
Kieran scowled. "Your meaning could be a little more obvious.
" She murmured, "In my fantasies," as she gripped the cover. "I kept seeing her before I came back here—her fiery eyes, her coppery hair. She insulted me and called me.
She hesitated as the recollection cooled her.
"Kieran, she's not right behind you. She is also pursuing me.
Kieran's expression became hazy as the weight of her revelation set in. "She ought to view you as a threat.
Presuming she is aware of your reincarnation. Aria made a motion. "Then, at that point, she'll persevere relentlessly to obliterate me.”
There was silence between them for a moment, interrupted only by the chimney's pop. Kieran stood then, his mouth clenched.
"We'll confront her together, " he declared.
Aria's mouth curled into a cocky smile. "You have no right to draw such a conclusion.
This is not something I'm doing for you.
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The Bloodclaw Pack's area was bathed in a cold, silvery sheen from the full moon. There was a lot of pressure in the air as the champions prepared for the fight.
Aria sensed in her bones that the Mavericks would arrive this evening. Her wolf was nervous beneath her skin, and she stayed on the slope, sitting above the clearing.
Evelyn's comments resonated with her: "You are the prescient Luna. You were chosen for this.
Kieran joined her, his black reinforcement glinting in the evening. "They'll be here soon," he announced.
Aria gestured, her gaze fixed not far away. "Are your fighters prepared?"
"They are," Kieran replied. He hesitated, then said, "As am I. For what it's worth, Aria—
" A cry interrupted the evening and removed him. Shadows moved among the trees, and they eventually arrived.
The rebels charged, their flashing eyes and twisted structures a terrifying sight. Bloodclaw fighters dealt with them, and their growls and snarls filled the air. Aria moved, her silver wolf charging into the fray.
Paws cut, fangs dug into tissue, and the struggle erupted. Aria moved like a hurricane, her actions precise and destructive.
Her wolf's unity was unlike anything she'd experienced before, and her senses were sharp and steady.
However, at that point, the combat zone appeared to be moving. Aria's spine shivered as the air became heavy and charged with a dim force. And then she spotted her.
Raven Blackthorn emerged from the shadows, her reddish-brown hair glittering like fire in the dusk light. She stood tall and magnificent, her burning eyes staring at the disorder with a wicked grin.
"Ok, the renewed Luna," Raven replied, her voice dripping with laughter. "I've been hanging tight for this second.
" Aria transformed back into her human form, her silver hair sparkling in the dusk light. She moved forward, her gaze unwavering.
"You won't win, Raven," she continued, her tone unwavering.
Raven giggled, producing a terrifying sound. "Gracious, my love, I now have. These packets will fall individually, and you'll die knowing you couldn't stop me.
" Raven was surrounded by dim ringlets of wizardry, and her might snapped the air. Aria braced herself as Raven unleashed a surge of energy, causing fighters and rebels to ramble in unison.
Kieran stepped back, racing to Aria's side.
"She's excessively strong," he murmured, his voice filled with horror.
"No,
" Aria said, her eyes gleaming brightly. "I was picked for this." She moved ahead, bringing the strength she had gained from her time with the Moonfire Family.
The Moon Goddess' presence merged within her, with a silver glow emanating from her center.
Raven's grin faded as Aria raised her palm, the light intensifying. Their abilities clashed light against shadow, resulting in a tornado of energy that ripped through the combat zone.
"You were always meant to bite the dust, frail," Raven muttered, her voice tinged with venom.
Aria pulled her lips into a rebellious grin. "Also, you were constantly intended to lose.
“The glittering light emanated from her, inundating Raven and her dreary enchantment.
Raven screamed, a howl of pure rage and despair, as the light consumed her. After that, she was gone.
The front line grew silent, and the last rebels withdrew into the bush. The Bloodclaw heroes watched in awe as the silver light blurred, leaving Aria standing tall and entire.
Kieran approached her, his demeanor confused. "You saved us," he remarked quietly.
Aria approached him, her silver eyes overflowing. "I didn't do it for you.
" She left without saying anything further, leaving Kieran to deal with the weight of his duty. —
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