Novels by Phile-Joe

Luna was two and a half when we went after the fourth piece.The location: Sahara Desert."At least this one is warm," Vincent joked as we trekked through endless sand."Warm" was an understatement. It was scorching. Even with werewolf resilience, the heat was brutal.Luna walked steadily, unbothered by the temperature. Her body adapted to environmental extremes without effort now."The temple is buried," she said, pointing to what looked like a random dune. "Three hundred feet down.""How do we get down there without triggering a collapse?" Dante asked."Carefully." Luna placed her hands on the sand.Silver light pulsed through the ground, stabilizing the sand around us. Slowly, she created a tunnel—not by moving sand, but by solidifying it into walls."Show off," I muttered, but I was proud.We descended into the buried temple, finding chambers untouched for thousands of years. The walls were covered in Egyptian hieroglyphics."What do they say?" I asked.Luna read them slowly. "Her

Luna stopped smiling.Two weeks after the Himalayan temple, my daughter who used to laugh and play and find joy in simple things had become quiet and withdrawn.She still did her research. Still taught her classes. Still practiced her powers.But the light in her eyes was gone."She saw something in those mirrors," Dante said, watching Luna sit alone in the library, reading a book on existential philosophy. "Something that broke her.""She saw all the ways she could fail," I said. "All the ways we could die. All the terrible futures waiting for us.""She's two years old. She shouldn't have to carry that.""But she does." I moved to sit beside Luna, who didn't acknowledge my presence. "Luna, honey, talk to me.""What do you want me to say?" Her voice was flat, emotionless."I want you to tell me how you're feeling.""I'm feeling like I've seen a thousand ways for everyone I love to die and I can't unsee them." She closed the book. "Every time I look at you, I see the version of you who

The third piece was in the Himalayas."Why are they all in the most inhospitable places on Earth?" I complained as we climbed the mountain path."Because inhospitable means hard to reach," Luna said, not even winded despite the thin air. Her enhanced physiology adapted to everything. "The guardians wanted to make sure only the worthy would find them."We'd brought a smaller team this time—just Dante, me, Luna, and Vincent. Marcus stayed behind to lead the pack, and we'd learned our lesson about bringing too many people.The temple was carved into the mountainside, invisible unless you knew exactly where to look."Tibetan design," Luna observed, studying the entrance. "But the symbols are older. Sanskrit mixed with something pre-Sanskrit.""What do they say?" Dante asked.Luna's face went pale. "They say: 'Here lies the price of knowledge. What you learn, you cannot unlearn. What you see, you cannot unsee. Only those willing to bear eternal truth may enter.'""That sounds worse than th

Luna was weak for three weeks after the Amazon temple.The sacrifice of five years had taken more than just theoretical time—it had drained her physically. She slept sixteen hours a day, ate barely anything, and her power fluctuations were erratic."I'm scared," I admitted to Dante one night, watching Luna sleep fitfully."She'll recover. She's the strongest wolf alive.""But what if she doesn't? What if giving those years damaged something permanent?"Dante had no answer.On day twenty-two, Luna woke up different.Not better. Different."Mama," she said, sitting up in bed. "I can see clearer now.""See what, baby?""The futures. Before, they were blurry. Possibilities. Now they're sharp. Detailed." Her eyes—currently silver—focused on something I couldn't see. "I can see exactly which choices lead where.""Is that... good?""I don't know." She looked at her hands. "I see myself at age five. I see the Awakening. And I see..." She trailed off, tears filling her eyes."What do you see?"

The Amazon rainforest was trying to kill us.Humidity made breathing difficult. Insects swarmed constantly. And the locals warned us about jaguars, anacondas, and poisonous everything."This is worse than Antarctica," Vincent muttered, slapping at a mosquito."At least we're not freezing," Marcus countered.Luna, somehow immune to discomfort, led us confidently through the jungle. "The temple is close. Three kilometers northeast."She'd turned two a month ago, but walked and talked like someone much older. Her physical development hadn't quite caught up to her mental abilities, which created an odd contrast—the voice of a scholar coming from a toddler's body."There," she pointed.Through the trees, I saw it—a stone structure covered in vines, practically invisible unless you knew to look for it."Mayan architecture," Luna said, studying the carvings. "But older. Pre-Mayan. These symbols predate written language.""Can you read them?" Dante asked."Yes. They say: 'Only those who under

Luna was two years old, and she was teaching pack classes.Not taking them. Teaching them."The omega ranking system is outdated," she explained to a classroom full of adult wolves who'd gathered to hear the "child prodigy" speak. "It assumes weakness is genetic. But my research shows that omega wolves have the same potential for power as any other rank. They just need proper training and opportunity."She presented charts, graphs, historical data—all compiled by a two-year-old who could somehow access the pack's entire archive of knowledge."She's incredible," Marcus whispered to me. We stood in the back, watching Luna command a room full of wolves five times her age."She's terrifying," I corrected. "No two-year-old should be this smart.""Does it matter? She's using her intelligence for good. Look at them—they're actually listening."He was right. Wolves who'd been skeptical of my omega reforms were nodding along as Luna explained the benefits of merit-based ranking."Furthermore,"