Luna & Sol

The Twin Souls: Luna & Sol

Born Together, Bound Forever

From the moment of their birth, they were never alone.

Two souls, one body.

Their mother, a weary she-wolf named Isolde, had labored under the weight of uncertainty.

The pack had gathered around as the whelps were born, whispering their quiet prayers to the ancestors. When the final pup entered the world, silence fell.

A single body, but two heads.

The elders hesitated. It was unnatural.

They had heard stories of such things before—of pups born with extra limbs or twisted bodies. None had ever survived.

But as the two heads took their first breaths, as two sets of eyes blinked open in unison, their mother did not hesitate.

"They live," their mother growled, curling around them protectively. "And they are mine."

And so, they were named.

Luna, the one on the left, with the softer voice, the gentler soul.

Sol, the one on the right, fierce, stubborn, always the first to snarl at danger.

The pack did not expect them to live.

But against all odds, they did.

A Childhood of Struggle and Strength

Growing up was never easy.

They stumbled before they learned to walk.

Their legs did not always listen, their movements out of sync, their bodies fighting each other for control.

But they adapted.

Luna learned to listen to Sol's instincts, trusting her sister's sharp reactions. SOL learned to let Luna take the lead in calmer moments, her patience balancing out her own aggression.

When the other pups hesitated to play with them, uncertain of how to treat them, Luna charmed them with her kindness. When any dared to mock them, Sol was the first to bare her fangs.

They fought together. They learned together.

They survived together.

But their pack did not see them as equals.

As they grew, so did the whispers.

"They will never be real hunters."

"They cannot fend for themselves."

"They will slow us down."

Even their mother could not silence the murmurs forever.

And so, on the coldest night of their first winter, their fate was decided for them.

The pack left while they slept.

By the time they woke, the den was empty, their mother's scent faded into the wind.

They had been abandoned.

Survival Against All Odds

The wilderness was not kind.

Their first days alone were a struggle—finding food, avoiding predators, learning how to navigate a world that had already given up on them.

Luna was the first to fall ill. A bitter winter storm left her weakened, her breaths labored.

Sol refused to let her go.

She kept them moving, forced them to press on, hunted with a desperate fury. She growled at the dark when the shadows whispered of death, when Luna's body shivered with fever.

And against all odds, Luna lived.

They learned how to hunt—awkward at first, but with time, they mastered their movements. Luna would slow their steps, Sol would lunge at the perfect moment. They chased together, killed together, fed together.

They were not weak.

They were not broken.

They were one.

And when the scent of another pack reached them—strong, fresh, a warning to outsiders—Sol wanted to turn away.

But Luna?

Luna wanted to see.

Meeting Haru's Pack

The scent of wolves was everywhere, stronger than anything they had encountered before.

They stood at the borders of the unknown, fur bristling, their shared body tense.

Sol was ready to fight.

Luna was ready to trust.

They did not know what to expect from this pack, from these wolves who might cast them out just as their birth pack had.

But what they did not expect—was him.

Haru stood before them, watching them with calm, unreadable eyes. He did not flinch. He did not stare.

He only observed.

Luna took a tentative step forward. Sol hesitated but followed.

"You're not afraid of us," Luna said, tilting her head.

Haru's gaze was steady. "Should I be?"

Sol narrowed her eyes. "Most wolves are."

"Then they are fools."

The simple certainty in his words stunned them both.

Haru did not see them as strange.

He did not see them as unnatural.

He simply saw them.

And when he turned, motioning for them to follow, Luna did so without hesitation.

Sol lingered, watching him, waiting for a trick, for a test, for a reason to doubt.

But there was none.

"Come on," Luna whispered.

Sol sighed. "Fine. But if this is a mistake, I'm biting him first."

Luna laughed.

And just like that, they were no longer alone.

A Home at Last

Haru's pack was nothing like the one they had known before.

It was not filled with wolves who feared differences.

It was filled with those who embraced them.

Rachel, who had no sight but saw more than most.

Kokomi, whose lunar scars shimmered like the night sky.

Selene, whose three white void eyes saw all of time at once.

Kayla, the dark-seer who glimpsed fate through shadows.

Starlight, who had lost her sight but never her strength.

And now—Luna and Sol.