I could have laughed at how ridiculous it sounded if Rion didn't look so serious when he said it.
Me? One of the keys to awakening the Celestial Wolf from her centuries of slumber?
The thought itself was so absurd I almost snorted.
It was the kind of tale pups grew up hearing at their elders' knees. Grand, dramatic, and meant to stay buried in storybooks, not follow me into the shadows of reality.
"Are you sure you're not getting the wrong person?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even, but the edge of disbelief bled through.
How could I have anything to do with the Celestial Wolf?
I could barely believe she truly existed. To me, she had always been a myth, a tale woven with too much poetry and too little sense. Something carved into old stone tablets and whispered in half-forgotten songs, preserved not because it was true, but because people loved the idea of it.
But many people, Rion among them, clung to it as though it was written into their reality.
