Little White

The Dark Moon Goddess nodded gently, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes.

The Wolf King stared at her, his gaze filled with grief and anger as he spoke in a heavy tone.

"Do you have any idea what has become of our Howling Silver Wolf Clan? Ever since we lost your protection, we've fallen from grace—reduced to nothing more than prey for the strong!"

His voice trembled with suppressed fury, and his eyes burned with an intense fire.

"My people... my kin... some of them have even become food for other clans! Can you imagine the shame, the humiliation? We once roamed the battlefield by your side, our names feared across the realms! And now? Now, we are nothing but a pitiful shadow of our former glory!"

The sorrow and rage in his expression spoke volumes of the suffering they had endured.

The Dark Moon Goddess sighed deeply, a look of remorse crossing her face.

"Why didn't you seek the protection of another deity?" she asked. "Perhaps you could have spared your clan from such misery."

The Wolf King let out a cold snort. "Why? Because our ancestors left us one command—to never, under any circumstances, worship another god! Even if it means extinction, we shall remain loyal to you alone!"

His voice carried a sense of unwavering devotion, one that had withstood the trials of time and hardship.

Hearing this, the Dark Moon Goddess felt a deep pang of guilt. She took a slow breath before declaring, "I have wronged you all... But now that I have returned, I swear upon my name—I will restore your honor. The Howling Silver Wolves will once again be feared and respected!"

The Wolf King hesitated, his expression conflicted. "Goddess, our numbers have dwindled... Only a handful of my people have awakened their bloodline abilities. We are nothing like the mighty warriors we once were. I fear we may no longer be of use to you."

"Do not lose hope," she reassured him. "I have a way to reawaken your clan's dormant potential. Take me to your ancestral altar."

The Wolf King looked skeptical. "Why do you wish to go there? We haven't conducted a ritual in ages. Many of my kin have already lost faith."

The Dark Moon Goddess's gaze softened with nostalgia. "I made a promise to Little White. Now that I am back, it is time to wake her."

At the mention of the name "Little White," the Wolf King's ears perked up, his eyes widening with disbelief. "Could it be...? Our ancestor... she never truly perished?"

The Dark Moon Goddess nodded. "Enough talk—take me there, and you shall see for yourself."

Without another word, the Wolf King turned and led the way. Soon, they arrived at the long-forgotten altar of the Howling Silver Wolves. The once-sacred site now lay in ruins, weathered by time. Yet, despite its decay, traces of its former divinity remained.

The Dark Moon Goddess stepped forward, her gaze filled with nostalgia.

"Little White risked everything to bring me back all those years ago," she murmured. "To protect me, she cast herself into a deep slumber, awaiting the right moment to awaken. And now, that time has come."

She raised her hands and began forming intricate sigils, weaving the Dark Moon Pact—a sacred contract exclusive to the Dark Moon Clan and the Howling Silver Wolves. A soft, mystical glow emerged from her palms, drifting toward the altar.

The moment the energy touched the altar, a blinding radiance erupted, piercing the sky. Then, a massive wolf-like figure slowly took shape within the light.

It was Little White.

Her form appeared somewhat weary, her silver fur dimmed by the weight of time. But when she opened her eyes and saw the Dark Moon Goddess standing before her, her exhaustion vanished, replaced by sheer joy.

"Sister Yue Lan...! Is it really you? I... I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Tears welled up in the Dark Moon Goddess's eyes as she approached, her voice soft and affectionate.

"It's me, Little White. I've returned. And from now on, we will fight side by side once more."

Overwhelmed with happiness, Little White leaped forward, nuzzling against her affectionately.

The Wolf King, witnessing this reunion, immediately lowered his head in deep reverence.

"Ancestor...!"

At his words, Little White's warm expression vanished, replaced by sharp, commanding authority. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Did you disobey my orders?" she demanded, her voice laced with unmistakable dominance. "I told you to protect our clan at all costs. Look at what has become of us!"

The Wolf King visibly flinched, his entire body trembling. "We... we faced too many adversities. Our strength dwindled, and I... I could not stop it."

Seeing his guilt, the Dark Moon Goddess intervened. "It is not his fault, Little White. I, too, was absent when your people needed me most. But that is in the past. Now that we are reunited, the legendary Dark Moon Wolf Riders shall rise again."

Little White studied her for a long moment, then gave a firm nod. She turned to the Wolf King, her voice resolute.

"I will let the past go for now. But listen well—effective immediately, every member of our clan shall renew their faith in the Dark Moon Goddess. You will all reawaken your ancestral bloodline. No exceptions!"

The Wolf King, as though granted a second chance, bowed deeply. "Understood! I shall see to it at once!" He quickly left to relay the orders.

With that settled, the Dark Moon Goddess turned to Rowan, her gaze softening.

"Little White, I must tell you something. I will soon be leaving this realm—to become the wife of Rowan, the God of Radiance." She gestured toward him.

Little White's head snapped toward Rowan in shock. Her eyes widened, her ears perked in disbelief.

"Sister... you're getting married?!"

Her gaze shifted suspiciously to Rowan, circling him like a predator assessing its prey. "And him? You're marrying him?"

The Dark Moon Goddess smiled helplessly as she recounted everything—her near-destruction, Rowan's intervention, how he risked his divine essence to save her, and everything he had done since.

By the time she finished, Little White remained unconvinced. She stalked closer to Rowan, her intense gaze never leaving his face.

"Listen up, golden boy," she said, voice laced with warning. "If you ever make my sister cry—if you ever let her suffer—I will find you, no matter where you run. And I will make you regret it."

Rowan chuckled awkwardly. "Believe me, I have no intention of ever letting her suffer. Yue Lan is my wife—I will cherish her with everything I have."

Little White narrowed her eyes, studying him for another moment. Finally, she huffed.

"Hmph. You'd better. Or else."

The Dark Moon Goddess, touched by Little White's protectiveness, smiled warmly. "Little White, come with me. From now on, we will never be separated again."