The morning sun bled pale light across the horizon, spilling like liquid gold over the world, though it felt muted—shrouded beneath the stubborn veil of mist clinging to the trees. The forest breathed with secrecy, every branch draped in fog like a curtain drawn against prying eyes. But there was no secrecy in my steps today.
No shadows to shield me.
No cloak to hide beneath.
No trembling hesitation.
My wolf’s voice echoed steady in the marrow of my bones, deep and unyielding:
No more hiding. No more running. Step into your truth.
And so I did.
I crossed the invisible line into Moonshade territory deliberately, each step heavier than stone yet sharper than a blade, pressing into soil that had once been called home but had only ever been a prison. The ground remembered me, I could fe
