“Do you think we’re ready for this?” Luna’s voice trembled, her eyes fixed on the Heart of the Wolf in her hands. The glowing artifact pulsed with a strange, foreboding energy, casting shadows across the room.
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache in my chest. “I don’t think anyone’s ever ready for this,” I whispered back, though I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring her or myself.
The Heart had been passed down for centuries, its power both a blessing and a curse. Every child in our bloodline had known of its existence, and now it was ours to protect—or destroy.
Eira stepped closer, her gaze steady, but I could see the conflict simmering beneath her calm exterior. “You both know what this means, right? The moment you decide to relinquish it, everything changes.”
Luna nodded, her han
