The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659

Third Person’s POV

The moon was swollen and radiant, its silver light spilling over Stormridge’s ceremonial grounds like a blessing from the Goddess Herself. Tonight was not merely a ritual. It was history. After decades of bloodshed and shadows, the East Pack would crown its new Luna-Aria, the White Wolf, reborn from loss and fate’s cruel twists.

The clearing was filled with wolves. Elders in flowing cloaks, warriors in their finest leathers, maidens crowned with flowers woven through their hair. The air smelled of pine smoke, burning sage, and anticipation. Wolves shifted back and forth between skin and fur, some howling to the heavens in celebration, others whispering prayers under their breath.

At the center of it all stood Lucien, his dark figure a pillar of power. His aura rolled across the grounds like thunder, commanding silence and reverence in equal measure. Tonight, he would stand with his mate before the pack and the Goddess. Tonight, he would give Aria the place she was always meant to claim.

Behind the veil of the ceremonial tent, Aria took a deep breath. Draped in a flowing gown the color of moonlight, she was luminous. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless but proud. She was ready-or so she believed.

Until the moment a harsh voice split the air.

“Riley!”

Aria froze, her hands clutching the edge of her gown. Another voice followed, shrill, broken, desperate.

“Riley! It’s her! It’s Riley!”

Gasps rippled through the gathered wolves. The guards surged to block the disturbance, but the damage had already been done.

Two figures forced their way into the torchlight. One was gaunt and wild-eyed, her tangled hair streaked with gray, her tattered gown hanging off her frail frame-Luna Zara, escaped from the asylum. At her side stalked a man whose very scent reeked of bitterness and iron chains-Kael Vale, freshly released from his long imprisonment.

Both of them pointed, their voices cracking against the night.

“That’s her! Don’t you see? That’s Riley! She’s alive!”

Aria’s breath caught. Her heart thudded in her chest as she turned, eyes wide, searching their faces. Their voice clawed at her consciousness, digging into the fragile walls of her mind. Riley. She didn’t know why the name made her chest ache, why the sound of it rattled her bones. She had no memory-no certainty-but something deep inside her stirred.

Lucien was there in an instant, a wall of muscle and fury His wolf snarled so loudly it silenced the murmurs of the crowd. His golden eyes burned like fire as he stepped in front of Aria, shielding her from their madness.

“Enough,” he growled, his voice carrying like a whipcrack through the clearing. “You will not taint this night with your delusions.”

Zara shrieked, trying to claw her way forward, but Lucien’s warriors were faster. They seized her arms, dragging her back as she kicked and screamed. Kael roared his defiance, muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but half a dozen guards restrained him with brutal efficiency.

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