The stars shimmered across the night sky, but none shone brighter than the silver moon—full, radiant, and pulsing with ancient power. From her celestial vantage point, the Moon Goddess gazed upon the world below. Her silken form drifted through veils of mist and clouds, watching, always watching.
Tonight, she watched over two cradles. One lay in a palace of strength and legacy, where three tiny pups—Eliot, Edwin, and Elijah Moonhaven—breathed as one. The other, smaller and far more humble, was nestled in the sterile quiet of a human hospital ward. There, a single child, a girl with a flickering wolf soul and untapped divine ties, slept beneath fluorescent lights, alone.
The Goddess hovered closer, invisible to the mortal eye. Her luminous gaze lingered on the abandoned babe swaddled in p
