Four hundred and forty years after Luna's birth, a wolf arrived at the Continental Alliance borders who shouldn't have existed.
His name was North, and he claimed to be from a pack beyond the known territories. Not east or west or south, but from lands so far away that no alliance member had ever traveled there. He was dirty, exhausted, clearly had been walking for months. But his eyes were sharp, intelligent, and when he spoke, his words carried the weight of truth.
"I came to meet Luna Nightshade," North said to the border guards. "I've traveled two thousand miles to speak with the bridge child who became plural consciousness. I need her guidance."
The guards were skeptical. "Why should we let you pass? You could be Restoration spy. You could be threat."
"Because I'm dying," North sa
