TRINITY
The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting soft golden hues across the garden. I sank deeper into the plush grass, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth filling my senses. This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me.
In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.
It was about the wolves and their ancient connection to the moon goddess. My he
