Ara’s POV
‘So… what exactly is a moon wolf?’ I asked again as we stepped into the packhouse, my voice barely above a whisper.
Selune didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she took a long breath, as if summoning centuries of memories.
‘It began at the dawn of our kind, Ara. When the goddess first created the Lycans, she shaped a mystical land known as Lunareth. It was a land brimming with magic and light—her gift to the world. But every light casts a shadow.’
I glanced at her, curiosity stirring within me.
‘Darkness crept into Lunareth too,’ Selune continued. ‘Creatures were born that fed on souls, twisted things born of the devil’s footprints. To help the Lycans, the goddess created werewolves— guardians, defenders, warriors.’
‘I didn’t know any of this…’ I murmured, awed and a little
