They left at first light. Selene, Rowan, Agnes, Vera, and a select handful of warriors and spirit-bound travelers—all sworn to her, not by blood but by choice. The shard given by the moonchild pulsed softly in Selene's palm, its glow dim yet persistent, like a heart too tired to beat loudly. The journey to the temple took them north, past forgotten borders and lands no map dared mark. It was said that before the Moon Goddess gifted wolves their second form, this was where they walked on two legs only in legend. Where they were beasts and not yet aware of the sky. No one had walked this path in centuries. Because to find it, one had to give up something vital. Memory.
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