“Storm winds howl and raindrops dance,
Under moon’s light, the wolves’ trance.
Guardians of the night, they stand tall,
Breaking shadows, they heed the call...”
As soon as the first verse left her lips, something remarkable began to happen. Bella’s body started to glow with a soft, ethereal light, just like it had in the training grounds. But this time, the effect was even more pronounced. A gust of wind seemed to rise from nowhere, swirling around her, lifting her hair and causing loose papers to flutter off the table.
Those present in the room gasped in awe as the wind intensified, whipping through the room with a force that rattled picture frames and sent a vase tumbling to the floor. Asher reached out to steady Bella, but an invisible barrier seemed to form around her, keeping
