They told her she was the last of her kind. They were wrong.

On the night the fire came, the Silver Moon fell. As her clan burned around her, a dying mother sealed away half her newborn daughter’s light, hid her in a hollow tree, and ran back into the flames to draw the hunters after her.

The child lived.

Raised in secret at the edge of the world by an ancient wizard who taught her four languages and withheld the fifth, Selara grew up believing she was the final ember of a murdered people. She is not. And she is no ordinary survivor — she is a wolf-mage, shape and word-craft in one body, a thing the old wisdom swore could never be, with half her power still locked in the silver at her throat.

Now she is walking back into the graveyard of her own clan to take it home.

She will gather the scattered and the hidden. She will spare a dying enemy who becomes the other half of her heart. She will raise a razed world to war on six words — the daughter of Caedris and Aelindra lives.

But the tyrant who holds her Temple was never only a conqueror. He was a jailer. And the thing chained beneath the sacred floor — older than the clans, older than the moon’s long memory — is beginning, at last, to wake.

She was given a medallion, a chance, and a mother’s love. She will build the rest herself.

A sweeping, folklore-steeped epic fantasy for readers who want their wolves ancient and their magic old — with a slow-burn romance, an invented language, and a world built to be lived in. Book One of the Silver Moon Chronicles.

Joe E. Gerald (c) 2026