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PROLOGUE
The Beginning
Moonlight was the first breath of creation. It flowed through the darkness, guided by Selene, the Moon Goddess. Her shimmering light lived and breathed, stretching across the land like a veil, seeking the untamed corners of the earth.
Selene’s purpose was to shape life, guide it toward harmony by gifting the earth her most beloved creation: Her children. With each step of Her journey, Selene’s presence called out to the wild places of the world—where mountains soared towards the heavens, where ancient forests whispered secrets, where rivers carved stories into the land. As She wandered the realm, She noticed a missing link—an opportunity for a bridge betweendivinity and mortality, between light and shadow. And so, Her gaze fell upon the wolves.
She observed the creatures that roamed beneath Her luminous glow, drawn to their strength, loyalty, and fierce pack mentality. Their heads that tilted skyward when Her moon reached fullness. Their eyes, vibrant pools reflecting Her light, that held questions unasked. Their howls that stretched toward Her realm as if trying to touch something just beyond their reach. They possessed power but lacked wisdom, showed loyalty but not understanding.
One night, in the fullness of Her divine form, Selene descended upon a valley that resonated with Her essence. Towering cliffs reached up towards Her like supplicant hands. Wildflowers blanketed the valley, and a river of starlight cut through the earth. Here, She sensed the wolves moved differently, as if they had already tasted divinity. This sacred place would become known as Lunaris Sanctum, named after the river that carried moonlight within its depths.
As Her radiant light flooded the valley, it called to the wolves, drawing them forth from the shadows of the cliffs. And then, through the stillness, a wolf unlike any other emerged.
His coat swallowed the moonlight, darkness taking physical form. His eyes blazed like molten gold, challenging even the stars above. His paws pressed into the earth without sound, yet each footfall sent tremors through the air. His muscles rippled beneath midnight fur, movements fluid as shadow over water. The flowers bent away from his path—not in fear but reverence—as he advanced toward Selene. Though he exuded power, he did not bare his teeth or lower his ears. Instead, he stopped before Her feet and kneeled, not in fear but in recognition of something greater than himself.
“You see me,” Selene whispered, kneeling before him. “Not as predator or prey, but as Creator, as Guide, as yourGoddess.”
She pressed Her hand to his brow, fingers sinking into fur that felt like captured night. “Through your submission, you shall become more,” She promised. “You will be the first, the heart of what is to come.”
From Her side, She drew a blade forged from pure starlight. Its edge kissed Her palm, and divine blood—silver like moonbeams—spilled freely into the earth. Lunaris Sanctum transformed before Her eyes, Her essence weaving into its very fabric. The ground trembled as Her blood seeped downward, silver rivulets forming patterns that glowed and pulsed with life. Runes unknown to mortal minds spiraled outward, etching themselves into stone and soil, while flowers burst into bloom where each droplet fell. The air grew thick with magic, shimmering visibly with each breath drawn.
The wolf watched, unmoving, as Selene rose and pressed Her bloodied hand to his chest. Divine energy surged through him. His spine arched as bones cracked and reformed, lengthening and reshaping beneath stretching skin. His howl of pain transformed midway to a gasping human cry. Fur receded in patches while his muzzle flattened, fingers emerging from paws even as his eyes retained their lupine sharpness.
Where once stood a beast now kneeled something new—muscles quivering beneath skin that could reflect both moonlight and sunlight, hands that could both kill and create. His transformation served as a bridge between worlds, the first step over a blessed threshold, the first of Her chosen.
Selene stepped back, studying him with affection. “You are both, and you shall lead both.” Her words rang with prophetic certainty. “As wolf, you are Fenrir—unmatched in strength. As male, you are Caelum—bearing the stars in your blood. Both names are your truth, a reminder that you walk between earth and the heavens.”
Caelum’s eyes shone like gold in sunlight as he bowed, chest heaving, each breath a prayer of devotion. He trembled beneath the force of Her gift, divinity coursing through his veins. Selene watched as his body responded to Her power, his eyes widening with awe as he surrendered to Her will.
His pack, waiting at the hidden edge of the vale, eagerly approached, drawn by the power radiating from the transformed land. Save for one, they each submitted to Selene’s touch and were granted the gift of a dual nature—wolf and human intertwined.
From this first pack, Selene’s blessing rippled like waves on a still lake. She traveled from mountains to plains, forests to rivers, leaving behind marks of power. Each territory She graced became hallowed ground, giving rise to a new pack of Her children bound by loyalty to the moon and Her will. Each one another verse in Her song of creation.
She guided the alphas, chosen not just for their strength, but for their wisdom—leaders who understood that true power lay in service to something greater than themselves.
But as time passed, She noticed Her children’s eyes straying toward the glittering human cities, their gazes reflecting not just curiosity, but hunger for something beyond Her gifts. Influenced by the ever-changing world around them, they built their own kingdoms and chased their own desires, consumed by a thirst for power that eclipsed their love for the moon. Where there once was unity now stood divided territories ruled by wolves who had forgotten their humble beginnings.
Generation by generation, Selene watched as their ceremonies changed. Ancient rites performed under moonlight gave way to elaborate displays of wealth. Mating rituals, once guided by divine purpose, became political tools for territorial expansion. The sacred power She bestowed upon pack leaders—power meant to guide and protect—twisted into instruments of control.
Alphas no longer served their packs but ruled them, demanding absolute submission. Those who refused to bow were cast out, forced to wander the wild places where separation from pack and purpose drove them to madness, their humanity withering as their wolf nature consumed them.
Each small change cut like a blade of starlight against Her heart.
Selene’s luminous form dimmed as Her gaze fell upon the fractured lands, Her light extinguished by the sorrow within. Her children—Her beloved wolves—had changed. The purity of their connection to Her had weakened, and with it, the harmony of the world She had created and Her ability to reside in its domain. Her tears fell upon the earth like stardust, mourning the lost bond between Mother and child.
Yet, amid the darkness of Her sorrow, a single spark remained. A flame that bent but never extinguished—casting just enough light to illuminate a path forward when all else seemed lost—guiding Her to tend embers of devotion in Her children’s hearts. While She no longer walked among them, Her light continued to touch their lands, Her whispers still carried on the wind, and Her presence lingered in their dreams.
Through the mating bonds, She hoped to guide them, not through force or control, but through destiny’s quiet pull. A subtle reminder of what they once were and could be again. So into each blessed heart, Selene wove a thread of moonlight. An eternal connection that would call to its other half across any distance, through any darkness. These mating bonds would be Her eternal gift. A reminder that all Her children were meant to be united, even when territories and ambitions threatened to divide them.
And in their darkest moments, when greed and division threatened to consume them, Selene vowed to send forth aradiant light. A beacon of divine grace that could penetrate even the deepest shadows.
Some would resist, blinded by ambition or fear, turning away from Her brilliance, but She would persist, trusting in the bonds She forged, and waiting with eternal patience for Her children to find their way back into Her loving embrace.
Formal invitation to the 121st Regional Summit of the Pacific Northwest Packs. The document features a geometric wolf head logo inside a crescent moon at the top. The main text reads 'IN DEFENSE OF OUR FUTURE' and 'IN HONOR OF THE MOON' with '2026' and '121st Regional Summit' in an elegant script overlay. Details include the dates March 5-7, 2026, 254 Selene's Era, location at The Summit Lodge in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, and instructions to confirm delegations by February 10th, 2026.
Official letter from the Regional Collective of Pacific Northwest Packs on formal letterhead featuring a geometric wolf head inside a crescent moon logo. The letter, signed by Alaric Voss of Silver Hollow Pack, welcomes alphas to the 121st Regional Summit. It explains the summit theme 'In Defense of Our Future. In Honor of the Moon,' citing increasing rogue threats. Key points include changes to delegation criteria allowing additional guests including beta-females and unmated she-wolves, the return of Crescent Fang pack after 46 years, and a Memorial Run replacing the Heirs Basketball Game to honor victims of rogue violence. A decorative divider with celestial symbols (suns, moons, and stars) appears beneath the letterhead.
Page 1 of the confidential summit information packet from the Regional Collective of Pacific Northwest Packs, featuring their wolf-in-crescent-moon logo. The document details logistics for the 121st Regional Summit with the theme 'In Defense of Our Future. In Honor of the Moon.' It includes location (The Summit Lodge in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho), dates (March 5-7, 2026), room availability (March 4-8), and booking code (PNWSUMMIT2026). The agenda covers shared defense, rogue activity, leadership transitions, and future alliances. The schedule outlines events across four days including check-in, summit sessions, an Alpha/Beta Golf Tournament, Memorial Run, and Closing Reception. The document is approved by Alaric Voss of Silver Hollow Pack, marked CONFIDENTIAL, and dated January 17, 2026.
