The air rippled with energy as the bond between Callista and Lucien solidified. A blinding silver aura pulsed around them, so strong that it forced everyone—werewolves and witches alike—to step back. The earth trembled beneath them as the mark on Lucien's neck glowed, mirrored by one appearing on Callista's collarbone—a crescent moon entwined with a flame.
Lucien's wounds began to heal rapidly, his strength returning with alarming speed. His once fading eyes now burned with renewed power. He stood, towering beside Callista, who looked fierce and radiant—her silver eyes glowing with divine light, her white hair whipping around her like a storm.
The battle froze. Warriors from both sides stared in awe and fear.
"It's her..." someone whispered. "The Luna... the chosen one."
Callista turned to face the chaos, her voice ringing out like thunder. "Enough!"
A wave of energy exploded from her, knocking back attackers without a single touch. The battlefield fell silent, save for the crackle of fire and the groans of the wounded.
From the shadows, Sabrina stepped forward, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible..."
Callista's voice was calm, yet deadly. "You wanted to test the bridge, Aunt? You failed. I am not yours to control."
"You're too late, girl," Sabrina hissed. "War is already upon us."
Lucien growled, stepping beside Callista. "And you'll pay for what you've done."
But Callista raised a hand, stopping him. "No. This isn't just about revenge. It's about peace—and I'll be damned if I let you ruin that."
Sabrina smirked, but her eyes flickered with unease. "You think your power can bring unity?"
"I don't think," Callista said, her aura burning brighter. "I know."
As Sabrina prepared to strike again, a deep, ancient howl echoed through the forest—one that stopped everyone in their tracks. From the treeline, wolves of all sizes began to emerge—packs from neighboring regions, drawn by the magic of the true Luna. Even witches, sensing the shift in the earth's energy, began to lower their staffs in hesitation.
A war may have started... but a revolution was coming.
And at its center stood Callista—the flame, the moon, the Luna.