The Alpha's Defiant Luna
The shadows writhed and twisted, coalescing into a familiar form that made Elena's blood freeze in her veins. Elara stepped forward, her cold smile fixed in place, her silver eyes gleaming with triumph. The darkness swirled around her like a living cloak, pulsing with malevolent energy that seemed to feed on the very air of the chamber. She looked more powerful than before, more solid, more real. Her presence was suffocating, ancient.
Elena's body tensed for battle, her claws extending instinctively. "You're supposed to be dead. I watched you die. I felt your life fade. I held your body in my arms."