The night was alive with silver light. Aria stood atop the shattered steps of the temple, chains gone, aura blazing like a second moon. Her wolf prowled beside her, coiled and ready, as the distant sounds of battle echoed across multiple territories.
She raised her voice, calling to every loyal wolf, every pack that had not yet surrendered to fear.
“Brothers! Sisters! The Moon Queen is free, and so are we! We fight—not just for ourselves, but for the future of every pack in these lands!”
Her words rippled like thunder, carried by the Moon Goddess blessing. Wolves howled in response, across mountains, forests, and valleys, as if the call had reached their very souls.
Kael stood at her side, eyes scanning the horizon. “They’ll hear you, Aria,” he said. “And they’ll follow. But we must mo
