Chapter 51 The Mark Unleashed

The rift might have been closed—for now—but the aftermath of its opening was still tearing through the lands. Skies remained tainted, the moon dimmer than usual, as though even the heavens held their breath for what was coming next. Aria sat in the sacred grove behind the pack’s temple ruins. This place, older than any Alpha lineage, had once served as a bridge between magic and blood. Now, it was her only sanctuary.