The Forgotten Legend

Aeloria, a quiet yet strong-willed girl raised in the mortal world. She lives an ordinary life, unaware of her true origins. Yet strange things follow her: She heals faster than normal. Wolves are drawn to her presence. Her dreams are haunted by glowing moons, silver forests, and golden-eyed beasts. On her eighteenth birthday, the full moon triggers something dormant within her. Shadows stalk her, and a mysterious white wolf begins appearing in her dreams—watching, protecting, waiting. _____ **Chapter One : The Moon That Watched Her** The night Aeloria turned eighteen, the moon refused to look away. It hung low in the sky—too large, too bright—casting silver light across the quiet town of Everwyn. The streets were empty, the air unnaturally still, as if the world itself held its breath. Aeloria felt it the moment she stepped outside her small home, a strange pull settling deep within her chest. She pressed a hand over her heart. Something’s wrong. Aeloria had never believed in omens. She was an ordinary girl with an ordinary life—school, part-time work at the old bookshop, and a grandmother who spoke in half-finished riddles. There was nothing special about her. Nothing magical. And yet, the moon had never looked at her like this before. Its light brushed her skin, warm instead of cold. She inhaled sharply, a shiver racing through her veins. The scent of pine and rain filled her senses, sharp and intoxicating, though the forest lay miles away. Her heartbeat quickened. “Aeloria?” her grandmother’s voice called from inside the house. “Don’t stay out too long.” “I won’t,” she replied, though her voice sounded distant—even to herself. She took a step toward the edge of town, her feet moving without conscious thought. Each step felt guided, as if an invisible thread pulled her forward. The farther she walked, the louder the silence grew, broken only by the soft crunch of gravel beneath her shoes. Then she heard it. A howl. Low. Powerful. Ancient. It echoed through the night, vibrating through her bones. Aeloria froze, fear and awe tangling in her chest. Wolves didn’t come this close to Everwyn. Everyone knew that. And yet… the sound didn’t feel threatening. It felt like a call. Her breath misted as the air cooled, though sweat prickled along her skin. The moonlight brightened, and for a heartbeat, the world shimmered—like a veil pulled thin. “Aeloria,” a voice whispered. She spun around. “Hello?” No one stood behind her. But she wasn’t alone. At the edge of the trees, where shadows clung to bark and leaf, a pair of glowing blue eyes stared back at her. The wolf stepped forward, massive and white as fresh snow, its fur gleaming under the moon. It was unlike any animal she had ever seen—too large, too intelligent. Too aware. Aeloria should have run. Instead, her feet rooted to the ground. The wolf lowered its head, not in aggression—but in reverence. Her breath caught. “You’re… beautiful.” The wolf’s gaze softened. Moonlight flared between them, and pain lanced through her veins like fire and lightning combined. She gasped, collapsing to her knees as warmth spread beneath her skin—golden, alive, awakening. Images flooded her mind. Silver forests. A throne carved from moonstone. Wolves bowing beneath a golden banner. Blood glowing like sunlight. A scream tore from her throat. The wolf howled in response, its voice filled with both triumph and sorrow. She has awakened. The world shattered into light. When Aeloria opened her eyes, she lay on the forest floor, the moon hidden behind clouds. The wolf was gone. The air was normal again—too normal. But she felt different. Stronger. Sharper. And deep within her chest, something ancient stirred. Far away, beyond the mortal realm, the seals began to break. And the lost packs felt it. The Golden Blood had returned.