The ancient map burned in Aria’s hands—ink etched with silver blood, unfurling to reveal a place forgotten even by the oldest of wolves: The Cradle of Moondust.
Kael stood beside her in the council chamber, arms crossed, voice low.
“You want to wield the full power of the Luna bloodline? You’ll need more than the Guardian’s weapon.”
He tapped the map.
“You’ll need the Crown of the First Luna. Hidden for centuries. Protected by illusions. Guarded by spirits.”
Asher scoffed. “Why is it always guarded by something?”
Kael’s lips curved in a faint smirk. “Because it’s real power. Not inherited. Not gifted. Earned.”
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Later That Night: Preparing for the Journey
The moon hung low, casting a pale glow over the fortress.
Aria stood alone in the training field, twirling the Guardian’s bow
