Prologue
203 Words
There was a war between the packs.
No one remembers how it truly began—only that the land ran red with blood, and the sky echoed with the cries of the fallen. Trust shattered. Old alliances crumbled. The royal bloodline, known as the Howling Moon, became the heart of it all—feared for their strength, hunted for their power.
In the midst of chaos, King Angelo’s daughter was born. A newborn pup with ancient power already stirring in her blood. She was destined to be the strongest of them all—an heir to a bloodline others would kill to erase.
To protect her, King Angelo made a desperate choice. He summoned a witch bound to the old ways and darker magic. She cast a spell over the child that locked her wolf deep within and cloaked her true identity. No howl. No scent. No trace of her royal blood.
The king sent her far away, hidden among humans, her true nature buried so deeply not even she would know what she was.
Zara grew, believing she was ordinary no different from any human girl.
But spells weaken. Blood remembers. And the war that birthed her story… was never truly over.
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