Weakness is a sin in the wolf world, and Kai treated me like the worst sinner. He snapped our fated bond, cast me into the dark forest to die.
But the moon did not let me fade. It woke me up.
Now I am not Lyra, but the Moon Goddess. His pack burns, his strength drains, he kneels begging for mercy.
And I don not even glance down. Wolves worship the moon. Now they will learn to fear it.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest
