Kokomi

Kokomi's Childhood: Born of the Moon's Touch

Kokomi was not like other pups. Even at birth, she bore an ethereal glow, her fur shimmering faintly beneath the moonlight, as if the stars themselves had breathed upon her. The pack that raised her, the Silent Hollow, whispered among themselves about her strange presence.

"She's been touched by the moon," the elders murmured, their voices a mix of reverence and unease.

Some saw it as a blessing. Others, a curse.

Her mother, Suna, loved her fiercely despite the uncertainty that loomed over her fate. "She is my daughter," she would say, her voice unwavering whenever another wolf cast worried glances toward the glowing pup nestled against her side. "She is a gift, not a burden."

But as Kokomi grew, it became harder to ignore the signs that she was different.

When she played with the other pups, they would trip over themselves, confused, as if their paws had moved against their will. When she ran, she sometimes left shimmering paw prints that faded into the wind. And when she dreamed… she saw things that had not yet come to pass.

A storm before it arrived. A hunt before it failed. A wolf before they strayed too far and never returned.

Her pack did not understand it.

The adults whispered when they thought she couldn't hear. The other pups kept their distance. Even her mother, who had once defended her so fiercely, began to hesitate before meeting her gaze.

Kokomi could feel it slipping through her paws—the sense of belonging she had so desperately clung to.

Until the night the moon truly claimed her.

The Lunar Rift and the Scars That Marked Her

She had been restless that night, drawn by an invisible thread toward the open sky. The moon was full, impossibly bright, casting an unnatural glow across the landscape. The wind carried whispers she couldn't quite understand, pulling at her fur like unseen paws.

She left the den before dawn, padding through the forest with nothing but instinct guiding her.

And then, the world shifted.

A rift opened before her—silent, endless, glowing with an otherworldly blue light. The air hummed with a power she had never felt before, thick with something ancient, something that pulsed in time with her own heartbeat.

She should have turned back.

She should have run.

But the moon had called her here.

And she answered.

The moment she stepped forward, the energy surged through her, wrapping around her limbs, her face, her body. It burned—not like fire, but like something deeper, something rewriting her very essence. The pain was unlike anything she had ever known, searing into her flesh, leaving trails of glowing blue scars along her body.

She gasped, stumbled, tried to pull away—

But then the visions came.

They crashed into her mind like a tidal wave, too much, too fast. She saw the past, the future, endless possibilities unraveling before her. A pack she did not yet know. A wolf with white void eyes. A hunter with a missing leg. A cave filled with whispers of the lost and the found.

And then, she saw herself—

Standing before a wolf with fur as pale as the moon, his expression steady, waiting.

And then, everything went dark.

When she awoke, she was lying in the grass, the rift gone, the night still. But she was changed.

Her left eye was blind, shrouded in an eternal haze of blue light. The scars along her body pulsed faintly, a reminder of the moon's claim upon her.

And when she returned to her pack, they did not welcome her.

They feared her.

"She's been marked by something unnatural."

"She will bring ruin to us all."

Even her mother, who had once fought for her place, now looked at her with uncertainty.

Kokomi did not wait for them to decide her fate.

She left before they could cast her out.

Meeting Haru's Pack

For moons, she wandered.

She no longer fit within the world she had known, yet she did not belong to the realm that had changed her. She was something in between.

But the visions never left her.

She saw flashes of wolves who did not shun the broken. A pack that took in the forsaken, the lost, the touched. A white wolf who would not flinch when he saw her.

And so she followed the path her visions had laid before her.

When she finally reached the territory of Haru's pack, she was wary. She had seen them, had dreamed of them, but reality was not always so kind.

She expected hesitation.

She expected doubt.

She did not expect warmth.

The first wolf to greet her was not Haru, but Kayla.

Kokomi blinked at the she-wolf's third eye, at the dark void that seemed to stretch into eternity. But Kayla did not stare at her own glowing scars with fear.

Instead, she simply tilted her head and asked, "Did you see this coming?"

Kokomi hesitated, then let out a quiet laugh. "I suppose I did."

Kayla's gaze softened, understanding in a way no other wolf had been. "Then you already know you're meant to stay."

Kokomi felt something ease in her chest.

She had never been invited anywhere before.

She stepped forward.

And for the first time in her life, she did not feel like she was walking alone.

A Hunter of the Lunar-Touched

Despite her scars, despite the blindness in one eye, Kokomi proved herself among the hunters.

She was swift, precise, her visions guiding her steps even when others could not see the path ahead. She knew where the prey would run before they even scented it, knew where to step to avoid the twisted roots and hidden pitfalls.

The moon had marked her, but it had not cursed her.

It had given her a purpose.

And in Haru's pack, she had finally found it.