IOWYN
I watched my crystalline paws leave frost-edged prints in the forest loam, each step shattering the seven thousand years of Winter Court conditioning I'd endured. The pull of an impossible bond had broken through everything I'd been taught.
The shift came naturally—my body remembering what my mind had buried centuries ago. The crystal wolf form I'd worn in the First Age, when magic ran wild and realm boundaries remained thin. Before Court politics stripped away the primal joy of simply existing.
Ahead, Luna's white form wove through the trees like living moonlight, moving with impossible grace for a creature of such raw power. The pack followed in a rippling wave of fur and fang, but none could match her speed or majesty.
Beautiful, aren't we? The thought wasn't entirely mine—mor
