PROLOGUE
A Goddess. The Mistress of Tides and Dreams. A being the night bowed down to with every flick of its finger. No one had more love, favour and worship as I did, and I thought that would stay the same. But I was naive.
Even a goddess could be broken.
A malignant darkness spread through the mortal realm—threatening the children I had so come to adore.
And so, I did not hesitate to take my very essence apart. Perhaps I should have.
My divinity rained down in four luminous shards - the Moonstones. And seeing a path to godhood, my beloved children lost themselves to greed.
They forgot the hunt. They forgot to sing to the moon. And they lost sight of the strength of the bonds within and between them. To get their hands on the Moonstones, they chose to destroy anything in their path. The same fragments that still leave their mother with a burning void.
And so, taking the role of a jealous mother, I hid the shards. In the deepest labyrinths of the earth; in the jaws of the coldest ravines; in the most forbidden corners of royal libraries - I hid them. Guarding them with a warning: Power borrowed is power that must be paid for in blood.
Yet again, the darkness that we - the Divine - had sealed, awakened, its reach seeping into even the deepest sanctuaries.
However, even I - one who knew worship and breathed power - did not know that I would need the hands of a broken she-wolf the world had spurned.
