I didn't sleep well.

The shadow kept its silence, true to whatever bargain it had struck with itself at the end of last night.

But my mind wouldn't stop.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Christina's face in the moonlight, the altar blazing silver, the amulet pulsing in my hand.

Moon Goddess. Night Cursed prince. She was radiant when we found her too.

My parents died to hide me.

Gave up everything. Divinity, power, each other. So a baby could grow up ignorant and safe in a pack that never loved her.

And now that baby was supposed to save the world.

Dawn crept through the curtains.

I...