Don’t’t Sanctuary of the Last Moon lay bathed in pale light, its marble stones cold beneath the weight of countless pawsteps. Wolves of every kind—light-furred, dark-eyed, and even golden-eyed Eclipse Wolves—moved through the great halls in tense silence. Above them, the Rebirth Moon hung swollen and bruised, casting the world in a sorrowful glow. Liora stood alone in the heart of the Sanctuary, staring at the massive stone doors to Caelum’s tomb. Her brother’s name was carved in deep, swirling runes: Caelum Vaelaris—Shadow King. Redeemed in Light. Her fingers brushed the letters. “Why didn’t I save you sooner?” she whispered. “Why didn’t I see how deep Vaelor’s claws had sunk?” “You couldn’t have,” said a gentle voice behind her. It was Selene, her once-rival, now her fiercest ally. The Eclipse Wolves had expected her to hate Selene for helping Caelum, but instead, Selene be stood beside Liora after the war, tending the wounded and holding back the factions threatening to bre
The battlefield lay in ruin.Where once there had been chaos—wolves clashing, the air thick with smoke and screams—there was now only silence. The ground was scorched, the grass blackened to ash. Pools of gold and ink shimmered faintly in the cracked soil where light and shadow had warred.At the center stood Liora, her knees sinking into the earth, her fingers slick with her brother’s blood. Or perhaps it wasn’t blood at all—just motes of silver and black, slipping through her hands like dying stars.The Rebirth Moon hung above, its cracked surface weeping beams of white light that painted the ruins in an ethereal glow.Liora lifted her tear-streaked face toward the heavens. “Mother…”Scene 1: Iris Descends One Last TimeLight split the clouds.Iris appeared—not as the goddess she had been, but as the mother she once was. Her simple white dress fluttered in a wind that carried no sound, and her silver hair drifted like threads of moonlight.“My daughter,” Iris whispered, her voice bo
The sky burned.As the sun and moon locked into an unnatural embrace, the heavens split in two—half bathed in golden brilliance, the other swallowed in suffocating shadow. Red light spilled across the battlefield, staining fur and stone alike as the scent of ash and blood mingled in the air.Below, wolves clashed in a frenzy of fang and claw—light against shadow, brother against sister, father against son. The once-lush fields of the Sanctuary had become a graveyard of shattered dreams.At the center of it all, Caelum and Liora faced one another.His black armor smoked where golden light had scorched it. Her ivory tunic was torn, streaked crimson where his shadows had bitten deep.And yet neither lowered their gaze. Scene 1: Opening Salvos“You don’t have to do this,” Liora said, her voice breaking. She tightened her grip on her blade of pure moonlight. “You’re still my brother. I can save you.”“Save me?” Caelum’s laugh was hollow, almost human, but beneath it slithered Vaelor’s voi
The sky burned gold.Liora stood on the edge of the obsidian cliffs, the roar of the wind in her ears as she gazed down at the valley below. From here, the world looked like it was on fire. Thousands of Solar Wolves circled a vast ritual site carved into the earth itself—a colossal sun sigil glowing molten yellow. Their howls blended into a chilling chant, vibrating the very stones beneath her paws.“They’re nearly done,” Selene whispered beside her, her white fur stained with soot and streaks of blood. “If they succeed in summoning Solis fully, this world will burn.”Liora clenched her fists. She could feel her own power trembling under her skin, caught between light and shadow, as though the Moon herself was preparing for war.“I’ll stop them,” she murmured. “Even if I have to burn with them.” Scene 1: The Shadows SpeakBefore she could leap, the air around her thickened. Shadows twisted like ink in water until a figure emerged.“Lyra,” Liora breathed.The soul of the once-Queen of
Scene 1: Ashes in the WindThe horizon burned.Liora stood at the Sanctuary’s high balcony, the cold mountain wind clawing at her cloak, carrying the bitter stench of ash and blood. Far to the south, the sky glowed orange—like a wound torn open in the world’s flesh.“Supreme Luna!”A young scout burst into the room, his paws still wet with dew and soot. “The Solar Wolves,” he gasped, panting heavily. “They’ve struck Crescent Hollow. The village is gone.”“Gone?” Liora’s voice was quiet, too quiet.“They left survivors,” the scout said, trembling. “A message: Bow to Solis or burn.”Selene strode into the chamber, her golden fur bristling with restrained fury. “We warned you, Liora. Solan’s ambition would scorch the world if left unchecked. But you waited—and now look.”Liora turned sharply, her glowing eyes flashing with shadow and light. “Do not mistake caution for weakness. A war will kill more than it saves.”“And yet,” Selene hissed, stepping closer, “this is war. You just refuse t
Scene 1: Council of Uneasy PeaceThe Council Hall of the Sanctuary was built on sacred ground—carved from the bones of the ancient forest, ringed in silverstone that glimmered faintly beneath the fractured moonlight streaming through its arched windows. Yet tonight, the glow seemed dimmer.Twenty Alphas sat around the obsidian table, their fur bristling and eyes flashing. On the far side, Solan, leader of the Solar Wolves, stood tall, golden fur radiant in the torchlight. His amber gaze held the calm intensity of a sun about to rise.“You ask us to kneel, Supreme Luna,” Solan said, his voice smooth but edged like a blade. “But the moon is waning. The sun burns brighter every day. Perhaps the packs should look to Solis for guidance.”A murmur swept the room.Opposite him, a massive Shadow Alpha, Thorne of the Eclipse Wolves, growled low in his throat. “Your flames scorched the Southern Plains! You speak of guidance while your wolves torch our hunting grounds?”“Enough!”Liora’s voice c