King Magnus's POV
The news of Aria being the legendary White Wolf spread faster than wildfire across the packs. From elders to warriors, the revelation set everyone ablaze with excitement and awe. Even I was still grappling with the magnitude of it. Aria—my mate—was the White Wolf. A creature of legend, thought to have vanished over two thousand years ago, now reborn.
Aria had been unconscious since last night's shifting ceremony, still weak but back in her human form. The memory of her transformation played on a loop in my mind—the way she howled under the full moon, her white fur like snow against the midnight sky. It was breathtaking, terrifying even. Her power surged through the earth itself.
