Luna of No One
In the moonless cave, the old spirit waited. She had no eyes, but saw everything.
“You are no Luna,” she whispered.
“You are something older.”
She placed a crown of bones and silver. I felt it burn.
I did not speak. I only walked alone to the cliff’s edge. Below, wolves mourned. Above, stars wept. Inside, I promised:
“No more waiting. No more mercy. This pack will rise, or the world will fall.”
The stolen pups returned, alive, unharmed, but changed: their eyes were red, their voices were wrong.
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