Ancient Fears
Deep beneath an old monastery in the Swiss Alps, twelve figures in crimson robes gathered around a table carved with runes older than recorded wolf history. The air crackled with ancient magic as they reviewed footage of Luna's birthday party attack.
"Impossible," Elder Magnus breathed, watching the one-year-old pup casually negate centuries of dark magic. "No wolf should have this kind of power. Not at any age, let alone in infancy." He looked scared but also extremely worried. If this pup gets into the wrong hands, the supernatural world as we know it could vanish.
"The Volkov-Mason union was never supposed to happen," Elder Victoria snarled. "We spent generations keeping those bloodlines separate for a reason." They were playing god with mate relationships.
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