The Soul’s Chorus

Prologue

In a hidden forest where the trees grew as old as secrets, there was a kingdom called Silvathorne. Here, the werewolves lived not as beasts, but as a people of strict tradition, ruled by the unchanging light of the moon and the unbreakable word of their Alpha.

They had many laws, but one was carved in stone: bloodlines must be kept pure.

Those born of a forbidden union with a human, or with an enemy pack were marked for life. They were called Sunderlings. A sign of their shame, like a streak of silver in their hair or a shift in their eye color, always showed. They were tolerated, but never accepted. Their lives were not their own.

This is the story of one such Sunderling. Her name was Chloe Vexis.

To mend the disgrace of her birth, Chloe was given a fate many called glorious: she was betrothed to Corbin Anderson, the Alpha Primus, the most powerful wolf in all Silvathorne. She would be his queen, a glittering ornament to prove his magnanimity. Her shame would be buried under his power.

But in the silent heart of the woods, at the foot of a Weeping Sentinel tree, Chloe carved words of a freedom she would never know. She was a bird in a gilded cage, awaiting her wedding to a man who saw her as a possession, not a person.

Her only path seemed to be one of quiet surrender.

That path changed the day the Alpha assigned her a personal guardian. Not as an honor, but as a watcher. A warden to ensure her obedience in the final days before the wedding.

The guardian was Kaelen. A Lunarth, a rare wolf whose deep power was tied to the moon’s eternal cycles. He was a respected scholar and soldier, bound by duty to the very traditions that caged Chloe.

He was ordered to protect her. To report on her. To be the final lock on her cage.

He did not expect to find a poet in the shadows. He did not expect her quiet defiance to feel like a mirror to his own hidden doubts. He did not expect that in the wild, under the moon, their wolves would move in perfect, terrifying sync.

And he certainly did not expect their howls to merge into something rare and sacred: the first notes of a Souls’ Chorus a bond that destiny itself seemed to weave between them.

But in Silvathorne, a bond between a revered Lunarth and a shamed Sunderling was not sacred. It was a scandal. It was a crime. And for an Alpha like Corbin, who built his power on control, it was an act of war.

This is where our story begins: with a watched girl, a dutiful guardian, and a single, forbidden chord of harmony that would threaten to shatter an entire world.