Shadows of Devotion
The wedding day arrived faster than I had imagined, each sunrise slipping past like a silver arrow loosed from fate’s bow. In those fleeting mornings, I prayed to the Goddess of the Hunt. The imperial, omnipotent deity cloaked in countless names, though most called her by the title Moon Goddess. Her presence lingered long-forgotten temple stones in places that no longer recalled the old gods. Her power was in the hush of the forest, and in the rhythm of my own heartbeat. A truth so profound that our wolves listened and replied with songs of tribal reunion, with calls to their companion Goddess who led the hunt. I did not pray for strength; my body was already honed. My spirit tempered like steel and just as sharp. Nor did I seek wisdom. That was a gift earned through scars and surviv
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