Chapter 6 - UNLEASHED BLOODLINE
The silver light faded slowly, leaving the Council Chamber in a stunned, breathless silence. Cracks spider-webbed outward from the base of the Moonstone, proof of the raw, immense power that had just pulsed through it.
Lord Vane scrambled up from his seat, his hands trembling violently as he pointed a shaky finger at Arya. "That... that is impossible! Omegas do not possess ambient silver light! Silver light belongs only to..."
He stopped himself, his face draining of all color.
"Belongs to whom, Elder Vane?" Kieran demanded, stepping down from his platform, his massive frame towering over the old man. His tone was lethal, demanding an immediate answer.
Vane swallowed hard, glancing nervously toward the shadows of the room. "The... the Silver Lunar Lineage. The ancient priestesses of the First Pack. It was believed their bloodline was completely wiped out during the Great Rogue Purge fifty years ago!"
Arya looked down at her glowing hands. The warm energy was still buzzing beneath her skin, making her feel lighter, stronger, and more awake than she had ever felt in her entire life.
She turned her gaze slowly toward Elena.
For the first time in twenty-one years, Elena took a step back in genuine fear. The sister she had beaten, starved, and forced to sleep in the cellar was standing before her not as a broken servant, but as the heir to an ancient, legendary power.
"It seems," Kieran said, his deep voice cutting through the silence like an iron blade, "that Lady Arya’s bloodline is not only fitting for the crown... it outranks half the noble families sitting in this room."
He walked over to Arya, taking her hand gently in his. The warmth of his bond merged with her new silver energy, creating a soothing, harmonious hum that filled the room.
"The test is complete," Kieran declared, turning his back on the speechless Elders. "The bonding ceremony will take place in three days at the Winter Solstice peak. Prepare the kingdom."
Without waiting for a response, he led Arya out of the chamber.
As they walked down the long stone corridor, away from the stunned court, Arya looked up at Kieran. "My mother... she never spoke of her family. She died when I was five. My stepmother always told me my mother was a nameless rogue."
"Your stepmother lied to keep you suppressed, Arya," Kieran said, his voice dark with realization. "They knew what you were. If the pack knew you carried Silver Lunar blood, you would have been revered. Your family hid it to keep you under their thumb."
Arya’s fists clenched at her sides. The years of emotional abuse, the cold nights, the endless cruel remarks—it hadn't just been senseless cruelty. It had been a calculated effort to keep her broken.
"They took twenty years of my life," Arya whispered, her voice laced with a cold, quiet anger she had never felt before.
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Kieran stopped, turning to face her fully. He reached out, his long fingers cupping her face, forcing her to look into his intense amber eyes.
"Then let us take the next hundred years back," he promised softly. "Together."
