The Whisper Beneath the Light
The moon was full again.
Silver light washed over the forest, calm and endless, yet beneath that calm, something moved.
Selene stood on the ridge overlooking her village. The wind tugged at her cloak, her silver-and-black hair gleaming in the moonlight. Behind her, wolves gathered in silent reverence, their eyes fixed on her as if waiting for command — or protection.
Ever since the night she’d touched the twin blades, the world had changed.
Not visibly. Not yet.
But she could feel it — the pulse in the air, the quiet tremor beneath her feet. The balance that had held steady for centuries was beginning to shift again.
Lucien’s voice echoed faintly in her mind:
“When light grows too strong, the shadows awaken to keep it steady.”
And Kimberly’s gentle to
