Crimson Moon Pact

Opening Scene

The desolate night breathes heavy over the underworld.

A blood-red moon hangs low, staining the streets in crimson light.

She moves through the crowd like a predator — the girl who once laughed at weakness, now a feared ruthless werewolf enforcer. Her claws glint as she passes through, her presence good enough to silence whispers. No one dares meet her gaze afraid of the wrath she may bestow on them.

But then she feels it halting her steps. A pulse of magic, sharp and familiar, cutting through the air.

He steps from the shadows.

The boy she once bullied — no longer timid, no longer breakable. His eyes burn with sorcery, his voice laced with power. The wolves at his side bow to him, not her.

“Funny,” he says, his tone smooth, dangerous. “You taught me cruelty. Now I wear it better than you ever did.”

Her lips curl into a smirk, but her chest tightens. The memory of his crushed gaze, the way she mocked him, flashes like lightning. And now he stands taller, darker, commanding the very forces she thought she owned.

The crowd senses the storm between them. Wolves grow restless, magic hums in the air not knowing of the spectacle about to occur.

She tilts her head slightly flashing a cruel smirk, her voice low, almost playful laced with danger.

“So the boy grew teeth.”

He steps closer, the crimson moon painting his face in fire.

“And the girl,” he whispers, “is about to learn what it feels like to be hunted.