The forest erupts in silver.
Not light.
Not power.
Something deeper.
It spreads like a pulse—through the air, through the ground, through every wolf standing under the unseen weight of control.
Aria stands at the center of it all.
Unmoving.
Unshaken.
Unbreakable.
The man staggers back for the first time.
His calm fractures.
His control—slips.
“No…” he mutters, staring at her. “That’s not possible.”
But it is.
Because Aria is no longer just resisting him.
She is inside his power now.
Her silver wolf rises within her mind—massive, radiant, ancient. No longer just a beast… but something regal. Something absolute.
It doesn’t push the darkness away.
It consumes it.
Transforms it.
Commands it.
The whispers that once clawed at her thoughts now bend.
Not silenced.
Submitted.
