The False Luna Has My Wolf
She had been made wolfless because, with Sera at her side, she might have exposed the entire corrupted system.
“Recognition is only half of it,” Marek warned, his voice dropping to a harsh rasp.
He gestured back toward the passage they had fled, toward the sealed door beneath the earth.
“The old Moon Rite door doesn’t open for strength. It opens for witness. A Moon-Witness wolf can force hidden rites to reveal what they contain.”
Darius’s expression hardened into something lethal. “Used to open what?”
Marek looked toward the distant lights of the packhouse, his eyes haunted. “The chamber where the stolen wolves were anchored.”