ack's territory. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the only sound was the whisper of

the cover of nightfall, far away from the prying eyes of her pack, where she could no longer avoid the inevitable. H

ow, almost a whisper, but the certai

t there was none. His expression was steady, almost like he knew somethin

mbling despite her best efforts to remain strong.

f the storm that raged within. "It's alright to be scared, Aria. Fear doesn't make you weak.

e blood that ran through her veins, the truth about her lineage-it was all real. But accepting it was o

orest. "But what if I fail?" she whispered. "Wha

shoulder. "You won't lose yourself, Aria. You are the one who decides what you become. This power, this a

ady, a quiet hum in the back of her mind that grew louder with each passing moment. It was

her lungs. She had to do this. Not just for herself, but for her pack, for the

ce more determined than she

"That's the spirit. Now, close your eyes and foc

expand. She could feel the earth beneath her, the coolness of the air on her skin, the soft rustling of l

d her body, her blood seeming to burn as the power awoke. Her heart pounded in her chest, the force within her

er muscles bulging as her wolf form began to emerge. She could feel the fur sprouting from her skin, her senses sh

struggling to ho

too much. It deman

contorted, the pain excruciating, but she refused to

self to stay grounded, to remember who she was beneath the wolf, beneath the power. She wasn'

, a wave of energy that rippled through the forest. Her senses exploded, each sound, each scent, ea

nding of her heart. She could feel the power coursing through her, its energy wrapping aroun

ughts. "Well done, Aria," he said, his tone fill

him, her golden eyes glowing in the

ng that hasn't been awakened in centuries. But you're strong, Aria. You have the

est. She had done it. She had transformed. And with it,

e woul

d no c