The Alpha's Defiant Luna
The moonlight flickered, dimming as if the darkness itself was devouring the very essence of the night.
Elena stood at the center of the storm, her body wreathed in shadows that pulsed with malevolent life. Her silver-blue eyes had been replaced by burning cold fire, twin pits of ancient malevolence. Her voice was no longer her own—it echoed with the deep, resonant timbre of the First Darkness, a sound that chilled Kaelen's blood to ice and made the very air around her tremble.
"The world will burn," she said, her voice reverberating through the courtyard, bouncing off the crumbling walls. "And I will be its queen. All will bow before me. All will kneel in darkness."