THE FLAME OF RESURRECTION

The blue flame spurted from Bernard’s hand was a beautiful shade of pastel blue, a shade darker than the morning sky. Aura. The purest form of werewolf's power was the implementation of long years of practice. Not every werewolf is blessed with this ability.

Every shifter has his own unique aura, the core of his powers and existence. But not everyone could materialize it like Bernard. Bernard was the second person that Ophelia met who had such strength, the first was her father. His aura unlike Bernard was a pretty shade of lilac purple resembling the color of his eyes. She could count the few times she saw her father use his aura and it was always nothing but a warm flame at the tips of her finger.

She only heard from the other knights of the Crescent about the true destructive power of Alpha Gregor’s aura. It was hard to believe that such gentleness could bring about any sort of harm, let alone destruction. She always wondered if she would be able to master her aura just like her