145: Truly unstoppable

Aurora’s POV

I awoke the next morning feeling utterly drained, every muscle in my body aching with a profound soreness. My bones felt heavy, as if they had carried the weight of the world through the night. The exhaustion wrapped around me like a thick fog, making it hard to shake off the remnants of sleep.

But then, amidst the fatigue, a smile slowly spread across my face as the memory of the previous night surged back. I had shifted into a white lycan, the most powerful werewolf alive.

The joy and triumph of that transformation cut through my weariness like a burst of sunlight through dark clouds. It was all worth it and more. I feel energized remembering the night before. The feeling of my bones rearranging.

Years of patience and longing, spent without a wolf form, had finally paid off. The power coursing through me was the reward for my endurance. With newfound energy, I leaped from the bed, the soreness in my bones now a badge of honor, a reminder of the incredible power that