The night was unusually quiet, as if the Earth itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to follow. Standing at the brink of the historic battleground—a site where ghosts of previous triumphs and betrayals mingled—I felt the weight of fate descend over me like a cloak. Every drop of blood shed in the name of the Crescent Bloodline, every scar on my body, resonated with the memories of those who had come before. The last test to determine not just my destiny but also the future of our whole pack was this one.
I shut my eyes and felt the cold night air flow into my bones. Once a little sparkle, the Crescent Mark on my arm now seared with a strong, constant light. It was as if it were beckoning me to recall every betrayal, every sacrifice that had brought to this time. I could almost hear the voices of my ancestors, their murmurs combining into one powerful cry: "Rise, Aria. You are the bridge between the past and the future. Prove your worth or be forever lost in darkness."
