"Helena," I called out through whatever mystical connection she maintained with me. "If you can hear me, I need help. I need the strength of every Silver Moon who came before me. I need their power, their knowledge, their courage. Please."
For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt it, a surge of something beyond my individual power. Ancient presences, Silver Moon Alphas long dead, responding to a descendant's desperate call. They couldn't give me more power directly, but they could show me how to use what I had more effectively.
Images flashed through my mind. Techniques centuries old. Ways of channeling Silver Moon energy that modern wolves had forgotten. The wisdom of dozens of ancestors flowing through me in seconds.
I shifted my defense, incorporating what they had shown me. Instead of just resisting Vex's power, I began to redirect it, to turn his strength against itself. It wasn't domination fighting domination, it was something more subtle. More effective.
