Chapter 47. The Shift

Aries POV

The room felt colder than ever tonight.

I stood by the window, watching the moon rise—round, silver, quiet. It should have brought comfort. Our supposed source of strength. But tonight, it only reminded me how powerless I truly was.

My gaze drifted to Rex’s sleeping form, and my heart clenched at what tonight might mean for her… for us.

The circle for the shift had been prepared. Robin and the Banished warriors helped draw the ancient runes—symbols passed down through their tribe, ones said to deepen the bond between wolf and soul. Crystals lined the perimeter, pulsing softly with energy. The thick scent of sacred herbs hung in the air, burning in my lungs with every breath.

My mother had checked the perimeter herself. Still, nothing felt enough.