The hidden valley was quiet again, but the
tension lingered like a storm cloud ready to
burst. Aria stood atop a moss-covered stone platform, silver fur shimmering faintly in the
moonlight, eyes glowing with a new intensity. Her wolf, Lunara, pulsed beneath her skin, her
heartbeat matching Aria's. Together, they had faced danger and survived-but the memory of
the assassins' sudden strike still burned in her chest. Selene's voice vibrated in her mind. We
survived. But they will come again... stronger. Aria clenched her fists, her claws scraping
lightly against the stone. "I will never be weak again," she whispered, her voice trembling but
firm. "Never. Not again. Not for anyone... not for him." Draven stepped up beside her, his golden
eyes scanning the valley for lingering
