Chapter 9

Even as the pack started to accept me, shadows from the past lingered like a cold wind through the trees. One evening, while exploring an old part of the forest, I stumbled upon a weathered journal half-buried beneath fallen leaves. The leather cover was cracked, and inside were notes, drawings, traces of a story I never knew was part of my own.

It was my grandmother’s!

Her handwriting trembled with fear and hope, telling of a secret love, a hidden bond between human and wolf that defied the pack’s laws. She wrote of dreams much like mine, of a wolf with golden eyes who had saved her.

Reading her words, I felt the weight of legacy settle on my shoulders. I wasn’t alone. I was following footsteps laid decades before me. Maybe, just maybe, the moon had always chosen me.

That night, I dreamed again. The forest stretched out before me, endless and silver-lit, the trees swaying without wind. I was barefoot, the earth cool beneath me, and the moon hung so close it felt like I could touch it