The Moonstone Shrine stood above the pack lands, bathed in the soft light of autumn. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth, and the sky stretched endlessly, promising change. This sacred place was where vows were made, prayers spoken, and the pack came together to heal and remember. Tonight, it would hold a new meaning for Aria.
The message came at midday, carried by Rowan’s apprentice. “The council requests that you lead tonight’s healing rite,” she said, eyes wide with reverence. “They say it is time.”
Aria paused by the hearth in her home, her journal of names open beside her. The shifting world no longer surprised her, but this invitation struck her like a bell. To be called upon so publicly was both a risk and a gift—an opportunity to stand as herself and offer
