The Moon Goddess vanished five hundred years ago, and her prophecy has waited ever since: when the blind one sees souls and the silent king finds his voice, the white wolf will rise. Born a blind Omega without a wolf, I was dismissed as a mistake. Yet I can read what no one else can—envy in green, hatred in black, and innocence in gold. I once crowned a monster king in my first life, only to be met with wolfsbane and an untimely grave. Now the moon rewinds time, and at seventeen I face him again: a crippled Alpha wrapped in gold. The prophecy has begun to move.
