THE ALPHA'S DEVIDED BOND

In the ancient world where human-wolves lived beneath one sky, two great cities stood as rivals carved from blood and pride. Hanmok City and Danver City. For over a century, their Alphas waged an unending war. For land, for power and their dominance. The howls of warriors echoed through the land up to the forests, and the rivers ran red under the moon. Children were raised to hate before they could speak. "Peace" was a forgotten word. But fate had already begun weaving a different ending.... ************************************* The war between Hanmok City and Danver City had lasted so long that no one remembered what peace felt like. Children learned to recognize the scent of blood before they learned the alphabet. And tonight...the border burned. Flames devoured the eastern watchtower as wolf warriors clashed beneath a swollen red moon. Claws tore through armor. Steel met fang. The forest trembled with growls that sounded more beast than man. “Hold the line!” a Hanmok commander roared. Across the battlefield, Danver’s elite unit surged forward, silver crests flashing in the firelight. Bodies fell, and the ground darkened. The moon watched silently. This was not the first m******e. It would not be the last! Unless prophecy intervened. The Mountain beyond war... Far above the bloodshed, beyond the reach of politics and pride, a storm gathered over the highest mountain peak. Lightning split the sky. Inside a small stone shelter carved into the mountain’s heart, a rogue she-wolf screamed in labor. Her mate held her hand, his wolf pacing restlessly beneath his skin. “It’s time,” he whispered. Another thunderclap shook the earth. At the exact moment a Hanmok warrior’s blade pierced a Danver soldier’s heart... A child cried. The storm stopped. The red moon shifted to silver. A beam of pale light descended through the cracked ceiling of the shelter, wrapping the newborn in an ethereal glow. The rogue father fell to his knees. The mother wept, not in pain, but in awe. The infant opened his eyes. They shimmered silver. And for a brief second... they reflected two moons. The two great Alpha's feel it. In Hanmok’s towering war hall, Alpha Veyron froze mid-stride. He lifted his head slowly. “What is that scent…” he muttered. It's not blood, not fear, something ancient. Across the border, in Danver’s marble palace, Alpha Kael tightened his grip on the throne. The air had shifted. They both saw the powerful- lightning in the highest part of the mountain, the unspeakable moment of truth was being born right there. Both rulers felt it, pulse, a change in fate. And somewhere deep within their instincts, whispered words have reached them. The judgment has come. The Prophecy remembered. Decades ago, an elder had spoken before both cities during a temporary truce. "When pride blinds two kings, forgiveness shall be born outside their rule. He will carry two moons in his heart. And when he stands, war will fall.” The Elder had been executed for treason. The prophecy buried. But neither a king had truly forgotten. And now...a child had been born. “Send scouts to the northern mountains,” Alpha Veyron of Hanmok commanded coldly. “Search every rogue settlement, and bring to me, the all new born child!" In Danver, Alpha Kael gave the same order. “Find every new born child. And kill it!" Because no ruler is willing to surrender their power to prophecy. Unbeknownst to them, the rogues who refused to kneel.. were protected by the goddesses. The mountain was not easy to climb. The goddesses release winds, that howled like a guardians. The paths disappeared beneath sudden thick fog. And those who made it too far… never returned. The rogue father stood at the ridge when the first Hanmok scouts approached. He did not roar. He did not threaten, he simply shifted. His wolf was huge unlike him. The scout felt scarred, because of his golden-eyed, and it looks like a powerful one that came from the moon. The message was clear. He will not pass, unless he will fight. But instead of fighting the rogue, the scout ran and jumped to the cliff, so no one knew his sudden disappearances. The battle was brief. The mountain drank a blood again, but not the blood of rogues. Days later, Danver’s assassins tried. But they failed too. Storms swallowed them whole. The chosen child remained untouched and protected. On the seventh night, beneath a calm silver moon, the The queen of the rogue held her son close. “We name you Ahrem,” she whispered. "For it means Peace. You will live in this world that is full of love and respect, no matter what happens, your guardians will protect you" The boy’s tiny fingers wrapped around hers, and the wind softened. While far below... the war continued. Eighteen Years Later, The border was still stained red. But the boy was no longer a child. Ahrem stood at the cliff’s edge overlooking both territories. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His dark hair is moving with the wind. He had grown up hearing distant war cries like lullabies. He had never seen the cities closely... Yet he felt them. Like he was pulled toward them. His parents had trained him well. Combat, strategy. and control. But they could not train him for what happened next. Tonight was his eighteenth birthday. The moon rose full. Silver light poured over the mountain. His pulse quickened. His bones burned. “Let it happen,” his father said quietly. Ahrem fell to his knees as the first shift tore through him. It's so very painful.. but the young boy is ready.. and strong enough to fight for it. His spine arched. Claws burst from fingertips. Fur rippled across his skin. When the transformation finished, a massive wolf stood where the young man had been. Silver and stripe-black. Interwoven nights like night and moonlight fighting for dominance. His parents stared in stunned silence. They had never seen such markings before. Ahrem lifted his head and howled. The sound rolled across valleys. Across forests. Across the bloody border. In Hanmok city, warriors froze in their mid-training. In Danver City, priests dropped their offerings. Both kings felt it, not a threat. Not a challenge. But they knew that it was something worse! Inevitable change. The Pull! As Ahrem shifted back to human form, breath steadily despite the overwhelming power inside him, he turned toward the distant cities. His chest tightened. A strange sensation stirred within him. A pull between two directions, his heart beat for this two kingdom. Faint. But undeniable. He frowned. “What is happening to me?” His mother stepped closer. “The prophecy,” she whispered. His father placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “You cannot hide here forever.” Ahrem looked down at the lands that had known only violence. The war he had never fought still shaped his life. And now... it called him. “I will go,” he said simply. Until then.. day by day after night, the young boy trained harder, developed his shifting technique.. until there is no pain at all. Meanwhile… In Hanmok City, a young warrior woman sparred viciously in the courtyard. Her braid whipped behind her as she disarmed her opponent with ruthless precision. Princess Lyara. Daughter of Alpha Veyron, the future Queen Luna. She paused suddenly. Her hand moved to her chest. Her wolf stirred uneasily. “What is that scent?” she whispered. Silver and wild, it's different. Across the border in Danver City, another young woman stood in the temple gardens. Princess Seraphine. Daughter of Alpha Kael. Priestess-in-training. Her calm composure shattered for a split second. Her breath caught. Her wolf rose inside her.. not in alarm. but recognition. Both of this female-wolf looked toward the mountains at the same time. And neither understood why their hearts had begun to race. On the mountain, Ahrem packed a little. He did not need much. He turned to his parents and said, "If I fail...” “You won’t,” his mother interrupted firmly. “You were not born to fail,” his father added. “You were born to change everything.” Ahrem nodded once. Then he descended. With each step down the mountain, the wind grew warmer. The scent of smoke is stronger and the sound of distant war is clearer. But beneath it all.. Two heartbeats waited. Unaware, unprepared, and destiny smiled. Because the war between Hanmok City and Danver City had finally met its reckoning. And his name was Ahrem.