“You carry the first Luna’s curse.”The silver-eyed wolf’s whisper clung to me long after he crossed beyond our borders. Even now, standing on the battlements above Shadowfang’s courtyard, I felt those words coil through my thoughts like smoke that refused to clear.The dagger rested in my hand, its glow subdued but alive, as if listening.Below, the pack moved in tight clusters, their voices hushed, glances drifting north toward the forest where Fenrir waited. Dawn was only hours away. With it would come their so-called test.Footsteps approached behind me—measured, steady.“You shouldn’t be alone,” Riven said.“I’m not,” I replied quietly, watching my shadows ripple along the stone at my feet.He joined me at the parapet, shoulders squared, the weight of leadership etched into every line of his posture. “You’re thinking about what he said.”“I’m thinking about what it means.”The night air felt thinner than usual, heavy with expectation. I turned to face him fully. “Fenrir didn’t co
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