TRINITY
The books Alpha Nader had given me were thicker than I expected, their cracked spines and yellowed pages holding the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I carefully turned the pages of the first book, The Myths of the Lunar Wolves, my fingers brushing over the faded ink. The white wolf. Its image was sketched across one of the pages—a regal creature with fur like snow and eyes that burned like molten amber. The description beneath it told of its rarity, its power, and its connection to the moon goddess herself.
“The white wolf represents purity, strength, and balance. It is said to be the protector of the weak, born during times of great upheaval to restore harmony,” I read aloud to myself, my voice barely a whisper.
The words sent a shiver down my
