The prophecy spoke clearly:
“The child of the Silvertail heir shall awaken their name in fire, and wash away the curse in blood.”
I never believed in prophecies.
Until I stood atop the Trial Peak, where the wind howled like wolves mourning the past, and the pain in my veins burned brighter than the stars.
Awakening, I realized, was never a choice.
It was a bite from fate.
The sacred Trial was held in Riftbreath Valley, a forbidden crevasse west of the continent, where the bones of three failed Awakened still poisoned the land.
The fog never lifted here. The spiritual density was so intense that ordinary werewolves would go mad upon entering.
But I was no longer ordinary.
As the Silvertail Heir Candidate, I had to survive three stages of the Awakening Trial:
Phase One: Spiritual E
