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The Storm Before the Battle
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The White Wolf Luna The Echo of Forgotten Blood
The spectral wolf that had stepped from the rift stood motionless, its body shimmering like mist caught in the faint breath of moonlight, its eyes locked onto Fenric with such terrible familiarity that even the strongest wolves of the Pack struggled to hold their ground beneath its gaze. The silence that followed its question was not truly silence at all, for every wolf’s breath came ragged and uneven, every heartbeat thudded heavy and discordant, and the fractured hum of the moon above them seemed to reverberate in their bones as though it too demanded an answer.Fenric’s throat felt dry, his lips cracked from the weight of the howl that had washed over them, and yet his voice rose clear, though each word seemed to carve itself out of him like a blade cutting flesh. “If you are what was taken, if you are the voices that the Elders buried, then I cannot bury you again, but I will not let your cries turn us into nothing but mourners chained to the dead. If I carry you, then it will be
The White Wolf Luna The Wound of the Moon
The ground trembled beneath their feet, a low groan rising from the roots of the forest as though the very earth had felt the tearing of the sky, and the wolves staggered, claws digging into soil that no longer felt steady. The scar that split the moon still glowed faintly above them, a wound across its silver face that would not fade, and every wolf’s chest ached with the echo of it, as if their ribs had cracked under the strain of carrying that sound.Kaela pressed her palm into the dirt to steady herself, her face pale with disbelief, her voice little more than a whisper yet audible to all because no wolf dared speak above it. “The moon has bled, the Cycle is not merely broken, it is undone, and what binds us is unraveling.”Fenric stood at the center, his breath heavy, his body swaying with exhaustion yet his eyes burning with an unyielding fire, and he lifted his gaze slowly from the earth to the wolves who surrounded him, his words steady though his throat felt as if it had been
The White Wolf Luna The Splintered Howl
The night lay suffocated by the trembling moon, its light fractured and pale, spilling across the clearing where the wolves stood divided. The silver column that had borne Fenric into sight still glimmered faintly at his back, like the lingering breath of something ancient, but the brilliance was fading, leaving only shadows stretched long across the torn ground. Raelin held her sword raised, her eyes burning, her voice ragged as it carried across the wolves. “Do not bend your knees to him, do not mistake light for strength, do not let blood that is not of the Pack bind your loyalty, he is no Alpha, he is a vessel for what was meant to be buried.”Yet her words faltered as one after another, wolves stepped forward and lowered themselves to the ground, their knees pressed to the dirt, their eyes locked upon Fenric not with worship but with grim recognition. The first to kneel was Kaela, her blades still in her hands but lowered, her voice steady though her heart thundered within her ch
The White Wolf Luna The Wolves Above the Shattered Ground
The Den trembled as though the very roots of the world had been torn apart. Trees cracked and fell, their splintered trunks crashing through the forest floor while the air itself quivered with the echo of voices that none of the waiting wolves could understand. Raelin stood with her sword drawn, her chest heaving as she watched the earth glow beneath their paws, the silver light pushing through every fissure in the ground like veins of molten fire. She tried to speak but her voice caught, her throat strangled by the weight of the unseen presence that surged beneath them.The younger wolves staggered backward, ears flat, tails low, their bodies pulled instinctively between the urge to run and the desperate loyalty that kept them rooted near the Den. Some snarled though it was fear rather than anger that shook them, others whimpered as though begging the moon to grant them clarity, but no prayer reached the night sky because the moon itself flickered above them like a wounded eye.Raeli
The White Wolf Luna The Burden of Memory
The light did not stop pouring from the altar when it first cracked, but surged until the entire chamber swam in brilliance that seared the eyes and drowned the air, pressing against skin like water though it burned with a coldness that made breath falter. Fenric staggered yet did not fall, his body trembling as the torrent of silver flooded through him, every nerve alive with voices not his own, thousands upon thousands of cries that had been silenced for centuries. Kaela shielded her face with her arms, her teeth clenched as if the weight of those voices pressed on her bones, while Sira forced her silverlight outward in a desperate attempt to hold herself steady against the force of the revelation.When the first image came it did not arrive gently but shattered through the light as though memory itself could not be contained any longer. The walls dissolved and the chamber became a forest long dead, the scent of pine rich in the air, the sound of running water echoing through the t
The White Wolf Luna The Descent of Memory
The hollow’s glow did not dim as Fenric set his weight upon the first stair but grew sharper and colder, each step drawing from him something he had never known he carried, as though the stone demanded blood not through wound or sacrifice but through recognition. His body trembled with the burden of invisible threads pulling against him, and still he pressed downward into the light, his jaw set in grim resolve, the sound of the voices echoing through the stairwell with every breath he took.Above him the Pack hesitated, wolves shifting on their paws with unease, eyes darting between the stair and the forest beyond, torn between instinct and loyalty, none daring to move until Kaela broke the silence with a voice laced with urgency. “Fenric, do not vanish into that light without us, if the hollow calls to you it does not mean you must face it alone, and if the voices belong to wolves who once lived then their truth should not be yours to bear in silence.”Raelin’s hand shot out to block
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