The wolves stood maskless.
Searching for identities.
Trying to remember names.
Struggling with freedom they couldn't handle.
Their eyes were vacant, unfocused—like people waking from years-long comas. Some touched their own faces repeatedly, fingers trembling against bare skin they'd forgotten existed. The texture seemed alien to them. Others stared at their hands as if they belonged to strangers, palms weathered and scarred from trials they couldn't recall.
I wanted to help them.
Wanted to guide them.
Wanted to fix what Luna had broken.
But I didn't know how.
Didn't know how to heal damage this deep.
Didn't know how to restore what had been drained away.
They need time. Need space to remember who they were. Need—
"Haven." Astro's voice was urgent. "Look up."
I followed his gaze.
To the sky.
The gray clouds were changing.
Shifting.
Splitting.
Not naturally.
Divinely.
Something was forming.
In the space where clouds parted.
A gate.
