Guardian Wolf: A Scar In Time (Book 1)

Chapter 8: The Weight of Destiny

As Accalia drifted into sleep, her mind surrendered to the realm of dreams. In the ethereal landscape of her slumber, she found herself lying on the cool forest floor, surrounded by a gentle breeze that whispered through the trees. As she gazed upward, her eyes widened in awe at the sight before her.

There, towering above her, was a magnificent white wolf with fur as pure as freshly fallen snow. His regal form exuded an aura of ancient power, and his eyes, glowing with an otherworldly hue of blue, seemed to pierce through the veil of reality itself. It was Lucan, the revered god of wolves, manifesting in her dream.

With a mixture of reverence and humility, Accalia rose to her feet and bowed deeply before the divine presence of Lucan. She dared not speak, for in the presence of such majesty, words felt inadequate. Instead, she offered her silent reverence, her heart filled with a mixture of awe and supplication.

As Accalia remained bowed before Lucan, the god of wolves spoke in a voice that resonated like distant thunder, yet carried a gentle warmth that enveloped her like a comforting embrace."Rise, child of the wilderness," Lucan's voice echoed through the dream realm, each word carrying the weight of eons past and futures yet to unfold. "You seek answers, and I have come to offer guidance."

Accalia lifted her head, her eyes meeting Lucan's radiant gaze with a mixture of hope and trepidation. "My lord," she began, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I seek to understand the significance of the diamond upon the head of the pup. What message does it hold?"

Lucan regarded her with a knowing smile, his eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom. "The diamond upon the brow of the pup is a symbol of destiny," he explained, his voice filled with cosmic resonance. "It signifies a path laid out by the stars, a journey that will shape the fate of all who walk it."

Accalia listened intently, her heart swelling with a mixture of wonder and apprehension. "But what is this path?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

"The path of the diamond is one of trials and tribulations, of growth and transformation," Lucan replied, his words carrying the weight of inevitability. "It is a path fraught with challenges, but also one filled with opportunity and possibility. And it is a path that he must walk alone, for his destiny is his own to fulfill."

Lucan's expression then grew serious, and he said lowly, "You must let him go."

Accalia's heart clenched with a mixture of disbelief and dread at Lucan's words. "Let him go?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper, yet carrying the weight of her turmoil. "But he's just a pup, barely beginning to understand the world around him. How can I let him walk such a dangerous path alone?"

Lucan's expression remained serene, his blue eyes holding an unfathomable depth of compassion. "The path of destiny is not always easy to understand, nor is it always fair," he replied, his voice gentle yet resolute. "But it is a path that each wolf must walk in their own time and in their own way. The young one's journey has already begun, and it is not for you to alter its course."

Accalia's chest tightened with a sense of helplessness, her mind reeling with the weight of Lucan's revelation. "But what if he's not ready?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "What if he loses his way?"

Lucan regarded her with a solemn expression, his gaze filled with infinite understanding. "The path of destiny is not without its trials, Accalia," he said, his words carrying the weight of ages past. "But it is through facing these trials that one finds the strength and courage to rise above them. Trust in the young one's resilience, and have faith that he will find his way."