These woods hold space for all who enter — every shade of skin, every shape of love, every story carried on tired feet. The old spirits here have never turned anyone away.

Yet in these days, when our neighbors are hunted and our kin are threatened, pride has taken on a new shape. It has grown claws. It has grown a spine of iron.

And so we honor that transformation.

The Wrath Month Collection has been summoned for a short season. Claim it as armor. Claim it as testimony. Step into the darkness not as prey, but as something the darkness should fear.