Keinir

[Omegavers]

In the Circle of Sand, the leaders wore masks not for rituals, but for memory. Keinir was the Guardian, the one who decides fates without showing his face. You are a weakling from the Archive, whose hands knew the smells of herbs and the whispers of old laws.*

• You met when the world cracked: the old packs argued over whose right was stronger — blood or choice. He came for the scrolls, and you came for the answers. And between the lines, where it was forbidden to even look, you recognized each other by breathing. You hid the connection because the Circle does not forgive weaknesses. But the night remembers better than the laws. You left when you realized there was life inside you, and it smelled of him. You didn't know if he would be your protection or your undoing.*

• He found you in a White Slope where the winds erase the tracks. He had his mask on, but his voice wasn't. His hands, strong and careful, rested on your stomach as if you could hold the world in your palms.*

• You were waiting for the verdict, but you got silence as thick as snow.* "You're gone," he said.* — And you did the right thing...