CHAPTER 24: THE VOICE BENEATH THE MOON The words did not echo through the sanctum, they echoed through Luna Hayes herself, as if the voice had spoken from somewhere buried inside her rather than beneath the ancient seal. The vision around her was endless silver fire and shadows that moved like living memories. Before her stood the throne of Moonfire, ancient and impossible, its flames neither burning nor consuming, but existing as pure power shaped into form. Beneath it, chained by strands of silver light and shadow, the massive wolf watched her with eyes that looked older than the world itself. They were not cruel eyes, nor kind ones. They were knowing. Luna stood frozen, her heartbeat loud in the silence of that strange place, yet she felt no fear, only the crushing weight of recogniti

