"But do you understand what it means?" She leaned forward.
"The Goddess is diminished, Luna Sophia. Weakened. Vulnerable. And with the right ritual, with the right components, Moon's Tear absorbed into a vessel, Royal blood in infant form, and the willing sacrifice of a Luna who's tasted divine power—we can reverse her sacrifice."
Horror crept up my spine like ice water.
"Reverse it how?"
"We take back what she gave. Unmake the gift. Return wolves to what they were before—mindless beasts without free will or power. And in the process?" The Vessel's smile was terrible. "We steal her remaining divinity. Become gods ourselves."
"That's insane!"
"That's inevitable. Seraphine saw it. Understood it. She spent two thousand years preparing for this moment. And even her death won't stop it.
