Chapter 638: The Pages That Remembered the Moon
Sophia's hands moved slowly over the pages of the book, her fingertips gliding across the worn surface as though the parchment might react if she pressed too hard.
The book did not feel like the others she had read before.
It felt… different.
There was a quiet weight to it, not in how heavy it was physically, but in the way it seemed to pull her attention deeper the longer she held it open, as though it recognized her in some silent, unseen way.
Her gaze lingered on the illustration of the wolf.
It was drawn in dark, deliberate strokes, its form both graceful and commanding, its fur almost blending into the shadows around it. The creature's eyes, however, were unmistakable—sharp, ancient, and aware in a way that made something inside her chest tighten without reason.
And there, centered between its brows, was the crescent mark.
Sophia's fingers slowed against the page.
