The Rejected Luna's Dark Gift
We approached at noon when the sun was high and visibility was clear, approached openly instead of sneaking because I wanted Tor to see us coming, wanted him to understand we weren't trying to ambush or trick, wanted him to have time to make a choice about how this would go.
The gates opened before we reached them and an old wolf walked out alone, his collar dim but present, his eyes holding decades of suffering mixed with weary acceptance.
"You're the one who killed Draven." Not a question. Just statement. "The bonded empath."
"I'm Dian. And yes, I helped defeat Draven. But I didn't come here to kill. I came to offer freedom."
"Freedom." He said it like the word was foreign. "I stopped beli