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I ask with a glare. “She’s the most special kind of hybrid there is and the only one in existence. She is a white wolf with golden eyes as I presume you are as well given your eye color. You are the only two in existence and it’s quite amazing how you ended up being mates. Luna is also a witch and the demon queen.” Amelia says and I notice Luna flinch at her words out of the corner of my eye.

Whatever this was, Aria had chosen it. “Is that…?” Kane pointed to one of the floating books. I recognized the symbols from the journal we found – the ones about ancient vampire bloodlines and hybrid powers. Before either of us could move, Aria's eyes snapped open. She bit into her wrist, letting blood drip onto the pendant. The moment they touched, everything went white. I mean everything. The clearing, the stones, even Kane beside me – all vanished in a blast of pure light. Through our mate bond, I felt… transformation. Like Aria was being unmade and remade all at once.

It was a capability that set them apart, made them assets in the coming confrontation with Darkhood. The lair was silent again, but the air felt charged, as if the power of Aria and Light had infused the space with an undercurrent of electricity. I could sense the weight of Nathan's words settling among us. Hybrids like Aria and Light were rare jewels, powerful, precise, and potentially game-changing in the conflict ahead. I glanced at Aria, then at Light. They were calm, but I knew they understood the significance of what they'd just displayed.

It made freed sirens in far‑off cities feel a fraction less alone. Aria had threaded her into the dark net like a ghost—enough presence that those looking for protection could find a path, not enough that anyone hunting for a target could easily follow. *Small note,* Aria said. *You’re also apparently a folk hero in three hacker forums and the subject of some very bad fanfiction. I’m sparing you the details.* “Appreciated,” Lys thought. On the edge of her vision, a small overlay ticked through Aria’s periodic scans:

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

"I have an announcement to make. Many of you know Aria. Some of you have welcomed her. Others have not." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The Torvin wolves looked smug like they expected me to end the relationship. To bend to their pressure. They were about to be disappointed. "Aria is a hybrid. Her mother was a werewolf. Her father was a lycan. She has lived her entire life hiding this truth because she was afraid. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of violence. Afraid of people like some of you who think bloodlines matter more than character."

However, she also possesses the insignia of the sun, and her appearance is clearly a replica of that of the first ruler. The clashing elements within her are said to be the outcome of a terrible curse imposed by Sephtis the day he slept with Hera while disguised as Lev. Arie suffered from the clashing of the powers within her during her manifestation, causing her to become emotionally unstable and weak. She was tagged as the weakest goddess in Nirvana. My body trembled while reading this part of the translation. I was wondering if Ari was aware of this since she was the one who wrote it and she was almost done with the translation, according to her note in a separate journal.

My eyes blinked open, and the world looked different. Colors richer. Smells sharper. Sounds clearer. Amari wasn’t hidden anymore. She was me. My fur shimmered in the moonlight, the light accentuating the red, unusual, almost celestial. Anya took a step back, studying me with awe. I took my own hand which was no longer a hand but a wolf’s massive paw. My fur was red and curly. I looked up at Luna. She smiled faintly. “There you are.”

Liya said. Aria’s lips twitched into a little smile. Aldo watched the exchange between the girls with interest. His sister had always been distant even with the efforts to bring her out of her shell. But here she was entertaining a conversation with Liya. “You could borrow one of my books when you're done reading this,” Liya told her. “I have a little compilation.” Aria looked unsure. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely,” Liya told her happily. “Okay, I will,” Aria said, with a small smile.