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The Voice of the Forgotten
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The White Wolf Luna The Voice of the Forgotten
The light from the hollow did not disappear when the earth stopped moving. It glowed over and over, like the slow beat of a big heart. The strange light shone on the wolves’ faces and made them look both amazed and scared. Fenric felt the pull inside him with each glow. It was as if the veins and bone in his body were strings, pulled by something below the rock. He tried to keep calm, even though it was hard to breathe. There was a heavy feeling on his chest that he could not shake off or take completely into himself.Raelin’s wolves moved in close to each other. Their ears went flat, and their eyes moved quickly from him to the bright crack in the ground. They still wanted to follow her, but now their own fear was bigger than any order she could give. Raelin saw that they were unsure. She showed her teeth to Fenric, full of anger. Her voice shook with both rage and fear. “You opened this, your blood called to it, and now every wolf here will pay for what answers. Tell me, Fenric, tel
The White Wolf Luna The Hollow That Breathed
The ground beneath them trembled with a slow rhythm that did not feel like the random settling of stone, but the steady pulse of something alive, something vast and buried so deep that its heartbeat had merged with the bones of the mountain itself, and Fenric felt it in the soles of his feet, climbing through his legs until it reached his chest and forced his own heart to stumble and fall into the same rhythm. The wolves around Raelin shifted uneasily, their eyes no longer fixed on him but on the ground beneath them, and the sound of their growls softened into a confused whine as if instincts older than the Pack itself were reminding them of dangers even an Alpha could not command them to face.Raelin’s hands tightened on his arms, though he could see in her eyes that her focus was no longer on him but on the deepening rumble that seemed to swell within the earth, and when she spoke her voice lacked the certainty of moments before. “What have you done, Fenric, what lies beneath us tha
The White Wolf Luna When the Moon Would Not Wake
The dimming of the moon was not like the momentary flickers that had unsettled Fenric before, not the trembling blink of a tired eye, but the slow and deliberate retreat of light from the world, as though some unseen hand had drawn a curtain across the sky and left them standing in a half-light that made every shadow stretch long and unfamiliar. The silver that had glinted on the wolves’ fur faded to a dull grey, the glimmer in their eyes deepening into something colder, and for an instant the wind itself seemed to pause, as if the world were holding its breath for what would come next.Fenric felt the weight of that darkness settle on his shoulders, not as fear but as the heavy certainty that whatever was happening above was not a trick of cloud or chance, and he could hear the faint sound of his own blood in his ears, steady and slow as though his body too had decided to wait for the first strike. Across the narrow shelf Raelin stood with her wolves behind her, the pale light washin
The White Wolf Luna The Chase Beyond the Broken Gate
The night had a weight to it that Fenric could feel pressing against his chest as they broke into the open, the shattered gate behind them groaning on its hinges like a dying thing while the courtyard swelled with movement, the silver glimmer of wolf eyes shifting and circling in the dark as though they were the breath of the forest given form. The cold air burned in his lungs and the ground seemed to tilt under his feet with every stride, yet he did not slow, for behind him the sound of claws striking stone had already joined the thunder of pursuit, and the knowledge that they were closing was enough to keep his legs from faltering.Kaela ran at his right side, her blades still drawn, her face set into the kind of determination that admitted no thought of stopping, though even she could not ignore the way the howls followed them in perfect rhythm, as if every wolf in the city had been bound to a single, unseen will. Syra kept pace on his left, her violet eyes fixed not on the path
The White Wolf Luna When the Howls Turned Closer
The chamber still trembled faintly from the last echo of the oath, the torches burning low as if some unseen hand had cupped them, their light dim but steady, throwing long restless shadows over the walls. Fenric could feel every heartbeat in the room as though the air itself had thickened, carrying the pulse of each wolf in slow, deliberate rhythm, yet beyond that heavy stillness there was the growing presence of the howls outside, no longer scattered or distant but moving together in a pattern that suggested intent.Kaela had not moved from his side, though her shoulders were drawn tight, her fingers flexing once and then stilling on the hilts of her blades, her eyes searching his face not for answers but for signs that he had not already stepped beyond her reach. Syra stood a few paces away, her gaze shifting between Fenric and the figure that had led him to the oath, her expression unreadable, though there was the faint glimmer of something almost like pride in the set of her jaw.
The White Wolf Luna The One Who Stood Before the Moon
The figure stepped into the full light, and the flames of the torches bent subtly toward it as though drawn by a force older than wind or breath, its eyes a deep, unbroken shade of silver that reflected every face in the room, including Fenric’s, with unnerving clarity. It wore no armor, no mark of rank or allegiance, yet the weight of its presence was so complete that even the Bonebinder, who had faced the fire without flinching, shifted one step back, his gauntleted hand curling into a fist.No one spoke at first, because there was nothing in the room that felt as though it could contain words. Fenric could hear his own heartbeat, steady and deliberate, as though it too had slowed to match the pace of the figure’s approach. The Elder’s hunters remained in place, blades still raised but without the will to strike, their gazes fixed on the newcomer with a mixture of fear and awe, and the Elder himself had stepped away from Fenric without seeming to notice he was doing it.Syra’s eyes
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