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I was falling.Or maybe floating—I wasn’t sure.The world around me was dark, a void filled with burning heat and an eerie silence. My mind was a blank slate. No thoughts, no memories—just waves of pain crashing through my chest and fire licking at my skin from the inside out.Something had been torn away from me.Or someone.I felt it the moment he chose another. Ron.The severing of a bond I never asked for, never wanted—yet it had been mine. Tied to my soul, like a chain I didn’t remember putting on.When it snapped, it didn’t just hurt. It broke something deep inside me.Ria felt it more than I did. As much as I had tried to move on, as much as Ron had rejected me—she and his wolf had still been tied together. No rejection could change that.And when that bond shattered... it must have destroyed her.But even in that void—through the flames and the silence—there was Aries.I felt his hands. Warm, steady.His voice was a blur, but his emotions reached me. Panic. Sadness. And oddly,

Aries pov:Seeing them all bow to Rex stirred something in me I couldn’t quite explain—a swelling pride and a deeper pull toward the bond that had only recently begun to form between us. I had no idea who these people were or why my instincts pushed me to feel connected to them, but the green in their hair was proof enough. they were from the Banished Tribe. Her people. Still, my attention wasn’t just on them. What mattered was Julian. He had come with them… yet he refused to enter alongside them. Why? I was just about to mindlink him when one of the strangers called Rex a name I didn’t recognize. A strange word, foreign on their tongue but spoken with reverence. “Elegida,” my mother translated gently from beside me. “It means the chosen one'' After Rex put the stranger who dared to question her knowledge of their language in his place, i spoke up asking the most important question. “Who are they, and why are they here?” I asked, voice sharp, authority unmistakable. Even with the

The room was stale—poorly lit, thick with the scent of damp earth and standing water. Shadows clung to the cracked stone walls like secrets waiting to be spilled. Ron sat at the head of the long table, flanked by Alphas and Betas from both recognized and rogue packs. The air was tense, each word measured, each glance sharper than teeth. “She’s been marked,” a voice muttered. It came from an older Alpha seated near the end. “Claimed by Aries. That makes this personal.” Still, Ron’s expression remained unreadable, carved from stone. “Exactly why we strike now,” he said, voice calm, but heavy with intent. “While the iron is still hot. Before she becomes untouchable.” “She already is, Alpha Ron,” another growled. “Do you know what she is? Do you truly grasp the extent of her power? She’s not just a wolf. She’s the Elegida—the Chosen One. And now she’s been marked by Aries. She’ll be guarded like a queen. We won’t get near her.” Ron leaned forward, his voice lowering just enough to for

“Did you see that?” Julian asked, voice sharp but clear. I caught Maron’s slow nod, awe creeping across her face. “She’s already syncing with her environment,” she murmured. But I wasn’t paying attention to their words—I was focused on the energy humming beneath my skin. It felt alive, like it recognized me. I flipped to the next page of Lyra’s journal, heart pounding. Air is the lightest of all elements, yet the hardest to master. It listens, not to control, but to harmony. Focus on a single object, and it will rise. I scanned the area and spotted a small stone nearby. It was light—perfect. I extended my hand, breath uneven. Rise, I whispered—not aloud, but inside myself. The stone trembled, shuddered, then lifted a few inches before falling back down with a soft thud. A breath escaped me. “I did it,” I said, louder this time. “You did,” Robin replied from where he leaned against a tree. “But you’re straining too much. Don’t force it—feel it. Draw it in like a part of you. T

Aries’ POV I couldn't breathe. It felt like the world around me had come to a standstill. Sound drained from my ears, and all I could see was her—Selene. The woman I once called mine. The woman who was supposed to be dead. She looked different—older, a little worn—but undeniably her. Her scent had changed, dulled, like time had buried it. And the bond we once shared, the one that snapped three years ago like a cord yanked too tight, didn’t stir. Nothing in me responded to her the way it once had. “Selene…” I whispered again, needing to hear the name out loud. I stepped away from Rex unconsciously, not out of choice, but sheer disbelief. This couldn’t be real. Selene smiled, that same haunting smile that once brought me peace. “I see you still remember my name, Alpha.” Julian’s voice broke the silence behind me. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Selene turned to him, cool and unshaken. “So I’ve heard, Beta. So I’ve heard.” Through the bond, I felt Rex’s shock and confusion—but even