How to kill an immortal wolf
A faint silver glow bloomed where the moon should be.
The pack gathered behind him, murmuring in awe and fear.
Slowly, painfully, the moon returned.
But it was not whole.
A crescent of pure silver arced across the void, fractured, imperfect scarred by the ritual that had nearly destroyed it.
Life breathed again.
Wolves shifted.
The forest stirred.
Yet something fundamental had changed.
Lucien closed his eyes as the moonlight brushed his skin, warm and strange.
“Alpha,” one of his commanders said quietly. “We found something in the ruins.”