Moonlit Secrets
And then the spirit wolves appeared.
They shimmered into being at the edge of the circle—translucent, glowing, beautiful. Some were large, proud, others small and playful. They padded forward, brushing against the wounded, curling around the lost. The children reached out, their hands passing through their fur, eyes wide with wonder. The elders wept openly.
Aria stood at the center, light pouring from her, her hands lifted in invocation. She felt the spirit wolves moving through her—felt the courage of her ancestors, the wisdom of her mother, the promise of her unborn child. She was not alone. She had never been alone.
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