Moonbound:A Werewolf's curse.

Lyra trudged through the knee-deep snow, her paws aching from the cold and her mind foggy from the transformation. She had no idea how long she'd been or where she was headed. The full Moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the Snow Forest, and just all beauty revealed in the forest though Lyra's thoughts were a jumble of fragmented memories and primal instincts,carrying the scars of her past and the weight of her curse. ************ Lyra was born into a loving pack, led by her parents, The Alpha pair. They live in harmony with the forest and its creatures, respecting the natural balance and just so her childhood was filled with playing, learning and Mosty Love. Tragedy struck when Lyra was just a teenager .A rival pack ,seeking to expand their territory,attacked Lya'r pack. The battle was brutal and unfortunatley Lyra's parents were killed in a fight.... The rival's pack alpha, a ruthless wolf named Daniel, claimed Lyra's pack and forced them to submit. Lyra, grief-stdicken and angry, refused to submit to Daniel's rule. With family, no home,no pack ,she was forced to survive on her own, relying on hee wit, courage and instincts. As she walked, the trees seemed to close in around her, their branches creaking ominously in the wind. Lyra's senses were of high alert, her ears perked up and her nose twitching, searching for any sign of danger. She had been alone for as long as she could remember, with no pack to call her own. Suddenly, Layra caught a whiff of something strange- a scent that did not belong in the forest, She followed the smell, her hackles raised and her heart racing. The aroma led to a clearing ,where a figure stood, shrouded in shadows. As Lyra approached ,the figure stepped forward, revealing a tall, gaunt woman with long silver hair and eyes that seemed to bore into Lyra's soul. The woman's presence was imposing and Lyra's instincts screamed at her to flee. "Lyra, daughter of the moon," the woman hissed ,her voice like a snake slithering through the grass. "You have been chosen for a great purpose". Lyra growled, baring her teeth. She did not like the sound of that. The woman raised her hand, and Lyra felt a searing pain in her side, she looked down to see a small glowing symbol etched into her fur. "This curse will slowly drain your strength and your memories", the woman cackled, "but fear not, for I will guide you through the process ". You will make a fine addition to my collection". Lyra snarled,trying to attack ,but her body felt heavy ,as if the curse was already taking hold, the woman vanished, leaving Lyra alone in the clearing, with only the symbol on her side as a reminder of their encounter. As the night wore on, Lyra's memories began to fade, replaced by a creeping sense of dread. She knew she had to find a way to break the curse before it's too late. But where could she turn for help? With a newfound determination, Lyra set off into the unknown, her paws carrying her deeper into the Snow Forest, in search of answers and a way to reclaim her life.