The Wolf the Moon Chose

Five hundred years ago, the Moon Goddess vanished, leaving a prophecy: “When the blind one sees souls, and the silent king finds his voice, the white wolf shall rise.” They called me a mistake — a blind Omega without a wolf. But I see what others cannot: jealousy bleeds green, hatred burns black, pure souls glow gold. In my last life, I crowned a monster king. He repaid me with wolfsbane and a grave. Now the moon turns back time. At seventeen, I see him — a crippled Alpha burning gold. The proph