CARDAN MONTESSORI
He reminds me of….
I stepped into the eastern chamber with my spine straight and my wolf on edge.
The Shadow Priest was already waiting.
He was tall, hooded and cloaked in robes darker than night itself. He stood in the center of the stone floor, unmoving, as if he had been born from the shadows and never quite stepped out of them.
But it wasn’t just his presence that made my gut tighten… it was my wolf.
The moment I crossed the threshold, my wolf stirred.
Growled.
Not in rage.
Not in defense.
But in… recognition…like something inside him remembered this man, which made no sense.
I had never met the Shadow Priest. No one had. Not face to face. The elders swore he hadn't walked in daylight for over a century. They said he moved like a ghost through the dark, on
