Title: Reborn of the Wolf
Book One of the Blood Moon Legacy
Prologue
The forest was ancient—older than any map, older than any kingdom. Trees twisted like the bones of forgotten gods, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. Under the silver gaze of the full moon, the ground trembled. Something buried long ago stirred, called forth by blood, by sorrow… and by vengeance.
The villagers of Eirin's Hollow said the curse was just a tale to keep children from straying into the woods. They were wrong.
A heartbeat echoed in the dark beneath the roots. Then two. Then many.
The wolf had awakened.
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Chapter One: Ashes and Snow
Alaric woke in a shallow grave.
The first thing he noticed was the cold. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, settling on his bare chest, but he felt nothing. No heartbeat. No breath. Only the ache—a terrible, hollow pain in his chest, like something had been torn out.
Then the memories returned. Fire. Chains. The scent of burning flesh—his flesh. The roar of a mob. The glint of silver.
He should be dead. He was dead.
Alaric rose from the frozen earth, the remnants of his burial shroud clinging to his skin. His fingers, once human, now ended in claws. His eyes, once brown, burned gold.
He staggered through the woods, drawn by instinct more than memory, until he saw the lake. His reflection stared back—no longer the man he had been, but a creature reborn under the Blood Moon.
They had tried to kill the wolf. But the curse could not be buried. Not forever.
He was no longer just Alaric. He was the last scion of the Moonborn. And he would not run.
Not anymore.