Prologue

The moon turned red that night.

It was not the normal soft white moon. It looked dark and heavy, like the sky was bleeding.

Every wolf in the Blood Moon Pack felt something strange in the air. It felt powerful. It felt like a warning.

All the wolves gathered outside their pack house. The warriors stood in strong lines. The elders bowed their heads. The Alpha and his Luna stood together at the front, holding hands proudly.

This night was supposed to be holy and peaceful.

Instead, it became the night everything died.

Inside the large wooden pack house, Luna sat in her room holding her newborn baby girl. The baby had been born only a few hours ago.

She was very quiet.

She did not cry. She did not move much. She just stared up at the red moon through the open window. Her tiny eyes were silver.

The Luna gently touched her daughter’s soft hair.

“You are special,” she whispered. “You are strong, stronger than you know.”

The baby’s silver eyes seemed to shine brighter.

Then suddenly.

A loud, terrible howl filled the air.

It was not a normal wolf call.

It was a war cry.

Outside, the Alpha turned quickly toward the forest. His warriors turned too.

But it was already too late.

Rogue wolves rushed out of the trees. They were wild and angry. They attacked without warning.

The peaceful gathering turned into chaos.

Wolves fought everywhere. Claws tore into flesh. Blood covered the ground. Screams replaced the sacred songs.

The Alpha shifted into his huge wolf form and attacked the enemies fiercely. He fought to protect his people.

But there were too many attackers.

Then fire started burning the outside walls of the pack house. Someone had secretly placed oil there before the attack.

This was not an accident.

This was planned.

Leading the attack was Rogue king Draven of the Rogues.

He was huge and terrifying in his wolf form. His fur was dark, and his face had scars. His eyes were cold and cruel.

He fought carefully and skillfully, killing Blood Moon warriors one by one.

This was not just an attack.

It was meant to destroy them completely.

And he had help.

At the edge of the forest stood a woman in red robes.

Her name was Morwyn, the Crimson Witch.

She did not fight with claws. She used magic.

She raised her hands and whispered ancient words.

Dark magic spread across the battlefield.

The Blood Moon wolves suddenly felt weak. It was like something was stealing their strength.

Morwyn smiled.

“This is the night destiny breaks,” she said softly.

Inside the pack house, the Luna felt something terrible through her bond with her mate.

She felt his pain.

She felt him getting weaker.

Then she heard his final roar.

And suddenly.

The bond between them snapped.

He was dead.

The Luna gasped as if someone had stabbed her heart.

“He’s gone,” she whispered.

The kingdom had fallen.

Smoke began filling the halls as the fire spread.

Her chamber door burst open.

The Beta stumbled inside. He was bleeding badly.

“They have broken through,” he said. “We cannot win.”

The Luna stood tall even though tears filled her eyes.

“I will fight,” she said.

“You cannot,” the Beta said firmly. “You must protect the child.”

Another explosion shook the building.

The Luna looked down at her baby.

This was not about pride anymore.

It was about saving her daughter.

She kissed the baby’s forehead. “Forgive me,” she whispered.

The Beta took the baby carefully and wrapped her in a special blanket with the Blood Moon symbol on it.

“I will hold them off,” the Luna said.

She shifted into her white wolf form and ran into the burning halls to fight.

She knew she would not win.

But she would buy time.

And sometimes, seconds are enough.

The Beta hesitated for some seconds. “Go,” Luna said.

He ran through a secret tunnel under the pack house. Smoke filled the air behind him.

He did not stop running.

When he finally came out beyond the pack’s land, he fell to one knee, breathing hard.

The pack house behind him was burning.

He thought he was safe.

He was wrong.

A soft voice spoke behind him.

“You should have run faster.”

He froze.

Morwyn stepped out of the shadows.

The Beta shifted into his wolf form to protect the baby.

But Morwyn lifted her hand, and invisible magic slammed him to the ground. He could not move.

She walked closer and looked at the baby.

The baby stared back at her with glowing silver eyes.

Morwyn lowered her head to get closer to the baby.

“So you survived,” she said quietly.

The ground shook slightly.

“The White Wolf,” Morwyn whispered. “Born for greatness, to eradicate the wovenkind from evil and bad magic.”

She could kill the baby.

She should.

But she did not.

Instead, she leaned closer.

“You will either save the wovenkind,” she said softly, “or destroy every bad magic.”

She cast a spell on the baby.

Then she removed the magic holding the Beta.

“Run,” she told him.

He did not ask questions.

He ran.

He ran for hours through forests and across streams. He left wolf lands and entered human territory.

By dawn, he reached a small human town called Crestwood.

He was weak and bleeding badly.

He walked to a small house on a quiet street. Gently, he placed the baby at the front door.

He hid the blanket’s symbol so no one would know who she was.

He leaned down and whispered one word.

“Live.”

Then he stepped back into the shadows.

His body gave out.

He died there as the sun began to rise.

The baby’s silver eyes flashed one last time.Then the glow disappeared.

She looked like a normal human baby.

She cried for the first time.

Inside the house, lights turned on.

Someone was coming to the door.

Far away, Morwyn stood before the burning ruins of the Blood Moon Pack.

The red moon had faded back to silver.

She smiled.

“The White Wolf lives,” she whispered. “But she is useless now.”

She believed destiny had been destroyed.

But destiny was only beginning.