The moment I speak my defiance aloud, something inside me *breaks*. Not metaphorically—literally. The crescent mark on my arm splits like glass under pressure, and I scream as radiant energy pours from the wound like liquid starlight.
The pain is beyond description, as if someone has torn my soul in half and set both pieces on fire. Nyx'Thal's presence writhes within me, no longer the composed deity but something wild and desperate, clashing against another power I've never felt before.
My knees hit the stone floor with a crack that echoes through the chamber, and I'm dimly aware of the masked wolves stepping back in alarm. But their fear is nothing compared to the terror building in my chest as visions flood my mind—not the familiar darkness of Nyx'Thal's memories, but something else entirely.
Silver light.
A woman's voice, gentle but fierce.
And a name that shouldn't exist in any record I've ever seen: Luna Blackwood, the Defiant Sister.
My mother's ancestor who refused the co
