Julian's POV
The moon hung impossibly large in the sky, its silver light spilling over a quiet meadow. The stars above shimmered like fragments of shattered glass, and the air was heavy, thick with a silence that demanded reverence. I stood alone, barefoot on dewy grass, wearing nothing but a loose linen shirt and trousers that felt unfamiliar.
"Julian."
The voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, a whisper that thundered in my chest. My heart raced as I turned around, finding her—the Moon Goddess. She glided toward me, her presence otherworldly. Her silver robes seemed to ripple with starlight, and her luminous eyes held an ancient wisdom that sent chills down my spine.
I dropped to one knee instinctively, my head bowed. "My Queen," I murmured.
"Rise, Alpha," she commanded softly,
