MOONS OF THE RIFT

1: The M

ons align, time forgets w

with ancestral magic. Fire pits crackled across the great stone circle of the Bloodhowl Pack, casting dancing s

y two hundred years. During this rare alignment, the moons of Earth and Lunaris swapped energie

is human form, raised his hands to silence the pack. His

ind our realm with strength. With clarity. With unit

and battle-scarred. Chosen to stand at the center of the circle, he was to channel the energy of the moon d

egan to dim-slowly shifting in hue. In its place, a p

arth

dimensions, Earth's moon no

hange h

- Same

trees. Then, the first howl rose-a low, reverent note that trembled the grass. O

wolves, bound by a different rhythm, yet honoring the same ancestral ties. Their ri

the center, Alpha Kael stood tall in partial shift-muscles taut, amber eyes glowing beneath a furrowed brow.

to fully shift. At sixteen, he was still in training. His father had promised that toni

lpha someday.

ther step into the center. Kael raised hi

oned. "We open our spirits to the ancestral light. We offer our stre

ng pulse of the night. The light of the moon began to shift-reddening, swirling,

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rong. Riven's body arched in pain as the magic overtook him. His

outed, "Hold the

ft had its

of the stone ring, where Riven stood

-- Ritua

turned his gaze to the sky-

but something dimen

nd slammed into the center of the ritual circle. The stone ring shat

ve

s eyes-piercing silver-flashed with confusion and pain. He was f

ked away in stunned silen

ed forward. "Ide

o his feet. "Wher

This wolf wasn't just lost. He

y shifted into his battle form. "Yo

d himself, claws slashing reflexively. Kael leapt toward him-just as a bo

claws. A

like a divine spear, catching Kael mid-ai

dro

e

ng forward, but the ri

nstinct. He fought back just enough to survive-deflectin

lood still steaming on the grass. All h

hate w

creamed.

nstinct. He fought back just enough to survive-deflectin

. His hands trembled. His father's fur was mat

wolf did

moons-one red, one blue-and le

you. And I

EARS

py mountain town. The past was legen

ther ha

ing a woodshop in town. The werewolf in

on, he locked

a pack. He didn't k

urvi

-the Moon Rif

was alrea

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