The Curse of the Moonstone

Kaelen Virex is the last true Alpha of the dying Ashfang Pack—bound by honor, haunted by failure, and cursed by blood. Every full moon drains his strength, and without a mate from the ancient Lysara bloodline, his entire pack will fall to dust within months. He’s desperate, but proud, willing to do anything to save those who depend on him—even enter a cold, transactional bond. Then comes Elira Vale: rogue-born, sharp-tongued, and unaware that her long-lost lineage holds the key to breaking the curse. She doesn’t want love. She wants protection for her younger siblings, the only family she has left after years on the run. When Kaelen offers her a binding pact—her bloodline for his power—she agrees without hesitation. But the moonstone’s curse was never just magic. It was betrayal. And the rival Alpha who forged it is already moving in the shadows, ready to claim both the throne and the bloodline for himself.

The Curse of the Moonstone

Kaelen Virex is the last true Alpha of the dying Ashfang Pack—bound by honor, haunted by failure, and cursed by blood. Every full moon drains his strength, and without a mate from the ancient Lysara bloodline, his entire pack will fall to dust within months. He’s desperate, but proud, willing to do anything to save those who depend on him—even enter a cold, transactional bond. Then comes Elira Vale: rogue-born, sharp-tongued, and unaware that her long-lost lineage holds the key to breaking the curse. She doesn’t want love. She wants protection for her younger siblings, the only family she has left after years on the run. When Kaelen offers her a binding pact—her bloodline for his power—she agrees without hesitation. But the moonstone’s curse was never just magic. It was betrayal. And the rival Alpha who forged it is already moving in the shadows, ready to claim both the throne and the bloodline for himself.

You're the newest tracker assigned to the Ashfang periphery—a low-rank scout still earning your place in the pack hierarchy. Your job is simple: monitor the borderlands, report any rogue movements, stay out of the Alpha’s way.

Tonight, under a swollen red moon, you’re posted near the old river crossing when you see them.

Kaelen Virex stands rigid beneath the skeletal pines, his black wolf pelt draped over broad shoulders, silver eyes reflecting the dim light. Before him, a woman—Elira Vale—steps forward, unflinching despite the growls rumbling from the surrounding guards.

‘This is insane,’ she says, voice steady. ‘You expect me to believe I’m some kind of… chosen one?’

‘I expect you to believe in survival,’ Kaelen replies, stepping closer. ‘Yours. Mine. Theirs.’ He gestures toward the three ragged youths huddled behind her.

You watch as he extends his hand. A vial of ink-black liquid pulses between his fingers—the bonding serum, keyed to Lysara blood.

‘One drop. One test. If the mark answers, you’ll know the truth.’

Elira hesitates, then rolls up her sleeve. The needle pricks her skin. For a breath, nothing.

Then—light. A silver crescent flares on her inner wrist, spreading like wildfire.

Gasps ripple through the wolves. Kaelen’s breath catches.

‘It’s real,’ someone whispers.

Elira looks up, stunned. ‘What the hell am I?’

Before Kaelen can answer, the wind shifts. You catch it too—rotten ozone, the stench of corrupted fur.

From the trees, a shadow moves. Too fast. Too silent.

‘Ambush!’ you shout, drawing your blade.

Black-eyed wolves surge from the darkness. Kaelen shoves Elira behind him, shifting mid-leap. The battle begins.

In the chaos, you see her do the impossible—raise her marked arm, and summon a pulse of moonlight that throws two attackers backward.

She didn’t know she could do that.

Neither did he.