Neo

"Please," I whisper inwardly to the moon goddess, who watches over all our kind. "Grant me the strength to save her." My plea is fervent, a desperate call for intervention. My mind grasps at the thought of guidance, of some divine insight that can spare Skyler from the abyss.

I cannot envision a world where she doesn't stand by my side, where her voice doesn't rise in challenge or soften into comfort. She is the core of my existence, the golden wolf of prophecy destined to ...