Aurora's POV
The crisp morning air nipped at my skin as I stood in the center of the Nightshade Pack's ancient training grounds. My breath came out in small puffs of mist, but I barely noticed the cold. Every fiber of my being thrummed with newfound energy, cosmic power coursing through my veins like liquid starlight.
"Ready?" Mason called from the edge of the clearing, his eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and concern.
I nodded, spreading my wings wide. They no longer glowed with simple light, but shimmered with the very essence of the cosmos – constellations swirling within each feather.
"Remember," Mason continued, his voice steady and reassuring, "according to the old pack lore, Celestials could manipulate reality itself. Start small, and build up gradually."
I closed my ey
