THE WHITE WOLFS AWAKENING

Morning came softly to the Northern Palace, sunlight reflecting off frost-kissed stone and illuminating the vast halls with a pale glow. Aitana stood at the tall window of her new chamber, her breath fogging the glass as she stared out at the snow-covered mountains.

This was real.

She was no longer just the beta’s daughter of the Blue Moon Pack.

She was the mate of King Byron.

A quiet knock sounded at the door.

“Enter,” Aitana said, steadying herself.

The door opened to reveal Tamia and Irina, both dressed in elegant attire that marked their ranks. Tamia’s green eyes sparkled with warmth, while Irina’s gaze was calm and observant.

“We were sent to escort you,” Tamia said with a gentle smile. “The Supreme Queen wishes to see you.”

Aitana’s heart skipped. “Kalaini?”

Irina nodded. “She rarely summons someone so quickly. You should consider it an honor.”

As they walked through the palace, Aitana became acutely aware of the whispers. Servants bowed deeply. Guards straightened as she passed. Some eyes held curiosity, others disbelief—but none held disrespect.

The White Wolf was already being recognized.

They were led into a circular chamber open to the sky, its floor carved with ancient runes glowing faintly beneath the sunlight. At the center stood Kalaini, her white hair flowing freely, her presence calm yet overwhelming.

Ilai stood beside her, arms folded, his gaze sharp but kind.

“Aitana of the Blue Moon Pack,” Kalaini said. “Step forward.”

Aitana obeyed, lowering her head respectfully.

“Lift your eyes,” Kalaini commanded softly.

When Aitana did, the runes beneath her feet ignited.

Light exploded outward.

Aitana gasped as power surged through her veins—moonlight, pure and radiant. Her wolf rose within her, tall and luminous, its white form visible even to the naked eye. The air shimmered as frost and light intertwined around her body.

Tamia’s breath caught. “The elements are responding…”

Irina whispered, “She’s not just blessed. She’s chosen.”

Kalaini raised her hand, calming the energy with ease. “Enough.”

The light dimmed, and Aitana dropped to one knee, breathing hard.

Kalaini approached and knelt before her—an act that stunned everyone present.

“You carry ancient lunar magic,” the Supreme Queen said. “Magic that appears only once in generations. You are not meant to stand behind a king, Aitana. You are meant to stand beside one.”

Aitana’s voice trembled. “Why me?”

Kalaini smiled. “Because you endured rejection without losing your heart. Because your power answered sorrow with strength.”

Ilai finally spoke. “And because the Northern Country will soon face forces that do not fear crowns—but they will fear you.”

Later that day, King Byron escorted Aitana through the palace gardens. Snow crunched beneath their feet, the air crisp and clean.

“You don’t have to accept everything at once,” Byron said gently. “I know this is overwhelming.”

Aitana glanced at him. “I spent my life believing I knew my future. I was wrong. But I won’t run from this one.”

Byron smiled faintly. “Good. Because neither will I.”

Unseen by them, far to the south, Aurora stood at the edge of the Blue Moon Pack territory. Her chest tightened as a sharp, unfamiliar ache pulsed through her.

“Damian,” she said quietly. “Something has changed.”

Damian frowned. “What do you mean?”

Aurora’s eyes darkened. “The moon feels… distant. Like it’s chosen someone else.”

Back in the Northern Palace, Aitana stood beneath the rising moon, her white wolf gazing back at her from the reflective surface of a frozen fountain.

For the first time, she did not feel like fate’s victim.

She felt like its answer.

And far above, the moon watched silently—pleased.

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