Snow Luna
It carried a tray with three glowing vials—one green, one red, one black—each pulsing with unnatural light.
The figure approached the cage and uncorked the green vial first. With terrifying gentleness, it held the glass to the wolf’s mouth.
Circe thrashed violently, her white fur catching the torchlight like moonfire.
This was the first time Lydia had seen her wolf in full color. Circe had always been a deep brown—large, strong, grounded. But now… she was massive. Nearly twice the size Lydia remembered, her fur a rare, glistening snow-white. An ancient color. A sacred one.
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