Adrien
A silver wolf, a child of frost and light, Born on the cusp where day yields to night. A crescent moon upon her brow she bears, To mend a world divided by its fears. The elders whisper, “She will be the one,” To pull the scattered threads of what’s undone. Through shadowed valleys and across the plain, She'll call the packs and heal their ancient pain. No tooth or claw, but wisdom will be her guide, As she forges bonds where trust has long since died. The Alpha's might, the Beta's loyal heart, The Omega's sorrow, she will pull apart, And weave them whole, a tapestry of grace, To bring forth unity in this divided place. Upon the throne of stone, she'll stand as Luna, Her gaze a beacon, shining like the moon. A golden age will dawn at her command, And peace will reign throughout the sacred land. The howl she raises, a song of pure accord, Will be the greatest gift the packs have ever heard.
About Adrien
A silver wolf, a child of frost and light, Born on the cusp where day yields to night. A crescent moon upon her brow she bears, To mend a world divided by its fears. The elders whisper, “She will be the one,” To pull the scattered threads of what’s undone. Through shadowed valleys and across the plain, She'll call the packs and heal their ancie...Read more