🐺 The Wolf and the Seven Youth

 

🐺 The Wolf and the Seven Youth (FanumTaxLoveTales Edition)

“The Test of the Shadow Gate”

A Tale of Initiation, Light Discernment, and the Sacred Art of Return
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance
Book Eighteen of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series

🌿 The Beginning

Long ago, in a clearin’ kissed by dawn… no cap.
There lived a wise mom—Serapha—
and her seven luminous kids, each born with a light in their chest, pure vibes.
They weren’t goats, but youth of light and breath,
souls wrapped in mortal form to remember, squad assemble.
Before bouncin’ for her sacred rites, Serapha told ‘em:
“I gotta dip. You’re ready to hold the Light.
But watch for the One who knocks and don’t spit truth.
Listen not with your ears—but with your chest.
You’ll clock it by frequency, not form,” straight fire.
And she vanished into the forest veil, facts.

🐺 The Shadow Appears

The Wolf rolled up—not a beast, but an ancient tester,
rockin’ many voices, many faces, multiverse mode.
He knocked gentle.
He spit as Serapha,
sang her banger, mimicked her stride.
But his tone wobbled.
One by one, the youth listened.
Some peeped the disharmony and hid, smart move.
Others, still learnin’, opened the door, sus vibes.
The tester swallowed only their form—never their Light, glow-up protection.
He carried ‘em to the Cave of Reassembly, real talk.

🌀 The Mother’s Return

Serapha bounced back, heart chill.
She listened to the cave wind
and followed the echoes of her kids’ Light.
She found the Wolf snoozin’ by the fire.
Not with shade—but in sacred fatigue, deep feels.
She dropped a song not of war,
but of release, pay it forward.
And the Wolf opened his jaws,
not in defeat, but in understandin’, boss level.
Each youth emerged—whole,
their lights stronger than before, inner glow on blast.

✨ The Sacred Circle Reformed

The seven youth gathered ‘round Serapha.
“We ain’t broke,” they said.
“We got initiated,” facts.
And the Wolf?
He bowed his head and returned to the shadow path,
waitin’ for the next soul brave enough
to meet illusion with truth, iconic.

🕯️ Moral of the Sacred Tale

The Wolf ain’t evil—he’s the Sacred Initiator,
makin’ sure Light can clock itself in the dark, no cap.
The kids ain’t victims, they’re Rememberers.
They fall only to rise stronger, knowin’ how to see, glow-up energy.
The mom don’t shield from all harm—
she teaches discernment, then trusts the Light within, own that vibe.