Prologue
Some nights are born in silence.
No storms. No lightning. Just the trembling in the air and that creeping feeling that something’s watching you — even when no one’s there.
This was one of those nights.
Fog crawled up the tree trunks, and the moon hung high above, staring down like the eye of an ancient god. Its silver light spilled through the forest, illuminating everything that tried to hide in the shadows.
In a circle of ancient stones, She appeared. Quiet. Powerful. Unexplainable.
Selene. Moon Goddess. Keeper of the Wolf’s Fate.
Her voice was like the breath of the night. Soft — but impossible to ignore.
— When pain brings the world to its knees, from a broken heart, power will rise... — she whispered. — She won’t ask for life. She’ll become death.
Miles away, in an ordinary room, Saela Riven woke up screaming.
She didn’t know what exactly she saw. A shadow shaped like a wolf. Eyes burning like rubies. A voice she somehow recognized, though she’d never heard it before.
She didn’t know yet that it wasn’t a dream.
It was a calling.
And from this moment on — nothing would ever be ordinary again.
