The Luna They Could Not Break
Silas scolded us, standing at the iron gates and calling on his wolf.
Alaric and I took a stance beside him, closing our eyes and combining our strength. We each had a wolf of our own, but like us, our wolves were one soul split in three. With the power of the dark forest, we could combine our wolves, separate our bond, and let one huge demon wolf free.
We opened our eyes, hazed over with a grey cloud, and Tartarus ran free from us. That was the name he told us to call him by, the god of gods. He materialized by drawing on our own wolves and the magic none of us truly understood.