WOLVES OF WINTER MOON
She is Selene of the Lost Moon.
The world is burning.
The Winter Wraith towers before her, vast and wrong, its body stitched from shadow and hunger, its scream splitting the sky. Around her lie the bodies of wolves and Veilborn alike—once enemies, now united in death.
Selene’s hands glow white-hot.
“You cannot be destroyed,” the Wraith hisses. “You can only be bound.”
“I know,” Selene answers, voice steady despite the tears streaking her face. “That’s why I won’t fight you.”
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