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The Weight of the First Oath
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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
The White Wolf Luna Shadows at the Oath Table
The moment the first of the Elder’s hunters stepped into the chamber, the torches along the walls flickered violently as if the flames themselves felt the weight of what was about to unfold, and Fenric’s eyes locked on the leading figure, a wolf with silver in his hair and an expression carved from stone, his gaze sweeping across the room until it found Fenric and refused to let go. Behind him came six more, their armor engraved with symbols of the Cycle, their movements silent and coordinated, the smell of old blood clinging to them like a second skin.Syra did not move from Fenric’s side, her posture neither defensive nor yielding, her hands at her sides yet tense enough to strike in an instant if provoked, and the Bonebinder turned slowly to face the intruders, his presence filling the chamber with a stillness that made even the hunters hesitate for a heartbeat before advancing.The silver-haired Elder’s voice was calm but carried the authority of decades of unquestioned command. “
The White Wolf Luna The Weight of the First Oath
The cold of the underground chamber did not seep into Fenric’s bones as one might expect, it wrapped around him like an old memory, familiar and heavy, carrying scents that no one alive should have known, scents of pine forests long burned, of fur soaked in rain before the moonlight was ever claimed by the Packs. He could feel the stone beneath his boots holding the pulse of something ancient, not magic, not divine, but blood, thick and patient, waiting for someone to listen. Syra stood at the far end of the circular hall, her violet eyes fixed on him without wavering, the torchlight flickering between them as if uncertain whether to serve as witness or accomplice.“You hear it,” she said, her voice quiet yet certain, as though speaking to him across centuries rather than mere paces, “and you do not ask what it is, because part of you already knows.”Fenric’s jaw tightened, his mind replaying the visions he had fought to push away, visions of wolves with no moon above them, their eyes
The White Wolf Luna And Those Who Refuse to Remember
The firelight burned low in the old forest, casting long shadows across a ring of wolves who had not stepped foot in the Den in many seasons, not because they had forgotten their place, but because they had never accepted the one given to them.These were not rogues. They were not Nullborn. They were something far more dangerous.They were wolves who remembered, selectively. Wolves who had tasted freedom, then spat it out in favor of order. Wolves who had once run at the front of their packs, who had built empires of obedience from broken bloodlines, and now watched that empire fall apart beneath the weight of truth.At the center of their circle stood Malrick.His fur was gray at the muzzle, streaked with age, but his body remained hard, his eyes unflinching. He had not set foot near the central council in nearly a decade, not since he was stripped of Alphahood after the Scorchbone Accord collapsed beneath his feet. He had not returned when the Cycle began to bend. He had not even fl
The White Wolf Luna The Ones Who Walk Above
The return to the surface was not triumphant. It was not marked by fanfare or howl. It was quieter than silence, heavier than stillness, the kind of quiet that settles into the skin and lingers, even after breath is drawn and blood begins to move again. The thread no longer pulled through Fenric like fire. Now, it flowed like a river beneath the surface of him, no longer something he carried, but something he had become. He no longer needed to reach for it. It was in his voice, his sight, the rhythm of his stride.The others followed him in that same quiet, not because they lacked words, but because there was none that could hold what they had seen. The Den above had not collapsed, but it had changed. The walls were still stone, the markings still etched, but something was gone, something fundamental. The weight of old obedience, the tension that had always lingered beneath every conversation, had finally cracked. The space felt lighter now. Not safe, but honest.When they reached the
The White Wolf Luna When Stone Remembers Blood
There was no sound in the whiteness. No form, no edge, no air. Only pressure, and memory, and the sharp, bone-deep certainty that something had broken, something old and sacred and binding, something that had once held the world in shape and was now unraveling thread by thread. Fenric floated in the middle of it, or stood, or knelt, he could not tell. There was no ground to mark distance, no sky to define above from below. There was only the hum of his own blood, carrying too many names, too many stories, none of which had prepared him for this.The last thing he remembered clearly was Syra’s voice, not cold, not cruel, but wide open with desperation. She had spoken the truth not the polished kind spoken in councils or passed down in oaths, but the unfiltered kind that came from grief, from longing, from the unbearable hunger to be seen.Choose now, brother.He had tried.But the choice had been shattered before it could land.Somewhere behind the whiteness, he felt Kaela’s presence,
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