We reached the Moonstone Pool two nights later., guided by the elders and the faint pull of our marks.
It lay deep in the western woods, past the ridges where the trees grew thin and the ground shimmered with flecks of quartz. The pool wasn’t large-no wider than a clearing-but it glowed from beneath, pale and cold. The surface didn’t reflect the moon above; it reflected the soul that looked into it.
Father stood on the edge, his breath silver in the night air. “This place was here before the packs,” he said quietly. “Before the first Luna bound herself to the Moon. Whatever you see, remember-it shows truth, not future.”
We stepped forward together. Lilly first, then James, then me. The moment our feet touched the water’s edge, ripples spread outward, bright as molten light. The reflecti
