Invocation of the Moon-Stalker

To summon the guardian wolf-spirit

I do not call peace.
I do not call light.
I call the shadow that runs beside both.

Come, Hati, Moon-Hunter.
Come, silver-eyed stalker of the dusk.
You who chase the wound of night across the sky,
You who were born from fang, frost, and the end of all order.
You who know the scent of fear and the sound of silent resolve.

I do not ask you to serve.
I ask you to watch.

I offer no leash.
I offer a pact.

Guard the one I name now,
[Speak their name aloud, with breath or blood]
As you would guard your hunt.
Not with mercy. With fierceness.

Let your steps fall with theirs.
Let their spine remember the shape of fur and frost.
Let their lungs fill with cold air and war cries unspoken.
Let them snarl when cornered, and move unseen when pursued.

May their fear become blade.
May their grief become bite.
May they sleep with one ear in the wind.

Bind your essence to theirs.
Not as beast to master, but as brother to blood.
Loyal not to law, but to instinct older than the gods.

Repeat three times under breath:

HATI MOON-BORN, SHADOW-WALKER, NIGHT’S TEETH, COME.
HATI MOON-BORN, SHADOW-WALKER, NIGHT’S TEETH, BIND.
HATI MOON-BORN, SHADOW-WALKER, NIGHT’S TEETH, GUARD.

I mark this pact not with ink, but with memory.
Of wild places. Of broken chains.
Of howling when no one listens,
And surviving anyway.

Now run, Wolf.
Your scent is on them.
Your fang is in their breath.
Your silence is their shield.

Let all things that would harm them,
Look into the dark,
And see only you.

Ritual Note:
Perform beneath a waxing or full moon.
Stand barefoot on soil, in a forest, or stone.
Carry something ancestral; bone, fur, or steel.
Mark your forehead with ash or earth.
Howl once, not loud, but true.
Then speak the name. And do not look back.