UNKNOWN POV
The page was older than the Bloodclaw Pack itself. Hell, probably older than the kingdom.
The leather cracked every time he touched it, brittle with age and heat and the oily residue of too many hands that had read these pages and understood nothing.
The ink had faded in places, softened into brown ghosts across yellowed parchment, but the words were still legible.
Unfortunately.
He had memorized every line years ago.
Still, he read it again.
And again.
And again.
"When the night burns golden and the stars align, a wolf shall rise, draped in the light of Selene’s blessing.
Marked by the Moon and forged in fire, the Golden Wolf shall wield the power of rebirth.
Her howl shall heal the broken; her fury shall shatter the unworthy.
Through her, the Alpha of Alphas will
