The battlefield doesn’t recover.
It breaks.
Aria stands at its center, her body glowing with an unearthly silver light, her breath uneven, her pulse no longer steady—but wild… uncontrollable.
Her wolf has taken over.
Not gently.
Not carefully.
Completely.
Another wave of enemy warriors charges toward her, desperate and reckless.
They don’t understand.
They still think she can be stopped.
Aria lifts her head slowly.
Her eyes blaze—pure silver, no trace of humanity left.
And then—
She moves.
She is no longer fighting.
She is erasing.
Claws slice through armor like paper. One strike—three bodies fall. Another—an entire line is thrown back as if crushed by invisible force. The ground trembles with every step she takes.
A roar tears from her throat—deep, ancient, not entirely h
