Luna's Requiem

Chapter 1

Alina Kessler never imagined the night of her seventeenth birthday would be the last she’d ever spend in her village. The air was thick with tension as the elders’ accusations filled the town square, their torches casting flickering shadows on the cobblestone streets. The villagers, people she had grown up with, people who once smiled at her and bought her father’s hand-carved trinkets, now stood united against her.

“She’s one of them!” Elder Hart bellowed, his voice sharp and commanding. “A werewolf, just like her mother. She’s cursed us all!”

Alina’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood before the crowd. Her dark hair clung to her face, wet from tears and the rain that had begun to fall, but she refused to bow her head. Her father had always told her to be strong, even when the world felt like it was collapsing around her.

“Please,” she tried to reason, her voice trembling but defiant. “I’m not a monster. I didn’t hurt anyone!”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The villagers had already made up their minds. The discovery of claw marks near the butcher’s pen, the mutilated sheep found by the riverbank—none of it was her doing, but her bloodline made her an easy scapegoat.

“It’s her fault,” another voice called out, emboldened by the mob’s hysteria. “Her father knew and hid it from us! Look what it’s brought upon him!”

The mention of her father stung like a fresh wound. He had been found dead just days before, his body mangled in the forest. Alina knew in her heart that the hunters—men who called themselves protectors of humanity—had killed him, but the village refused to listen. They wanted someone to blame, and she was the perfect target.

“Leave now, Alina,” Elder Hart decreed, his face etched with cold finality. “You have until sunrise to leave our lands. If you stay, we will consider you a threat and deal with you as such.”

Alina looked around, searching for a friendly face, a sign of hope, but there was none. Even her childhood friends turned their eyes away, unwilling to risk the mob’s wrath.

As the crowd dispersed, she stumbled back to her small home, her sanctuary now tainted by grief and anger. She packed what little she could: a satchel of bread, a dagger her father had once given her, and a silver locket that belonged to her mother. The weight of the locket pressed against her chest, a reminder of the mother she had never known but whose blood now marked her as a pariah.

When dawn broke, Alina stood at the edge of the forest. She turned once to look back at the village, her home, and the life she was being forced to leave behind. A storm of emotions swirled inside her—fear, sadness, but also a spark of something new: determination.

As she stepped into the shadowy depths of the Lunar Forest, Alina vowed she would uncover the truth behind her father’s death—and take revenge on those who had stolen everything from her.

The night her father was murdered, Alina had felt something shift in the air—a deep, primal wrongness she couldn’t explain. She had waited for him to return from the forest, watching the candle burn low in the window. When the hunters dragged his lifeless body to the village square at dawn, her world shattered.

“There is your proof!” Elder Hart had declared, pointing at the savage wounds on her father’s body. “The curse runs in her blood. Her kind brings death to us all!”

Alina had screamed then, grief and fury tearing through her chest. “You don’t understand!” she cried. “He wasn’t killed by a beast! It was the hunters, wasn’t it? They did this!”

Her accusation was met with stunned silence, and then derisive murmurs. The hunters—shadowy figures draped in leather and steel—stood at the edge of the crowd, their faces hidden behind grim masks. They said nothing, but their presence was enough to sway the villagers.

“Mind your tongue, girl,” one of them growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Your father’s death was the work of a wolf, not men.”

Alina’s instincts told her otherwise. The marks on her father’s body weren’t from any animal—she had seen claw marks on livestock before, but these wounds were precise, deliberate. She wanted to scream the truth at them, to fight, but when she looked at the crowd, she saw only fear and hatred staring back at her.

“She’s cursed!” a woman cried out, clutching her son to her chest. “It’s in her blood. First her mother, and now her!”

The mob swelled, voices rising in agreement. Alina’s knees buckled under the weight of their accusations, but her grief anchored her to the ground. “I didn’t kill him,” she whispered, clutching the silver locket around her neck, the only thing she had left of her mother. “I didn’t do this.”

“You didn’t have to,” Elder Hart said, his voice grim. “Your very existence has brought death to this village. We cannot take any more chances. You must leave before more blood is spilled.”

“No!” Alina shouted, her voice breaking. “This isn’t my fault! You’re all blind if you think—”

“Enough!” Hart’s voice cut through hers, final and unyielding. “You have until sunrise to leave our lands. If you stay, we will hunt you like the beast you are.”