When the once-in-a-century Blood Moon Tides sweep across the desolate moors, apothecary Selene discovers she's the fabled "Lunar Priestess" whose blood holds the key to rewriting werewolf destiny. Alpha King Lycan, the very man who stained his claws with her kin's blood, now lies poisoned by silver—a lethal affliction only she can cure. His snarls echo with desperation as his claws dig into her throat, revealing a primal hunger that goes beyond mere survival.
Bound by a symbiotic blood oath, the sworn enemies become entangled in a deadly dance. Each full moon forces them to share blood and warmth, a forbidden intimacy that cracks open Lycan's battle-scarred soul. As Selene's powers awaken, she uncovers a sinister plot: the Lunaris cultists seek to use her sacred blood to unleash a cataclysmic Blood Frenzy, one that could either evolve werewolfkind into gods or annihilate them.
With bloodlines burning and curses unravelling, their twisted bond might be the only thread holding the werewolf world from plunging into eternal darkness. In the throes of the final Blood Moon, will their entwined destinies forge a new legacy... or ignite the pyre of their shared destruction?
Characters
Selene
If you've ever wandered through the shadow - drenched Black Market at dusk, you might've caught a glimpse of the apothecary girl with eyes as cold as the winter moon. At 23, Selene glides through the dimly lit alleys in a plain, flowing robe, her movements as ethereal as a wraith dancing on the moors. Her small cottage on the outskirts, filled with shelves of herbs and ancient tomes, whispers tales of her talent for healing. But beneath those gentle hands lies a terrifying truth: a single touch can mend a werewolf's silver - poisoned wound... or send them spiraling into madness. After all, her veins carry the blood of the fabled Lunar Priestess, the key to rewriting her species' fate.
The massacre of her clan forged her heart into a blade of vengeance. That is, until a blood - soaked Alpha pinned her against the wall, his claws digging into her throat. In Lycan's golden gaze, she saw a reflection of her own haunted soul. Their symbiotic bond, born from desperation and mutual loathing, began to chip away at the armor she'd worn for so long, awakening the compassion she'd buried deep within.
Lycan
When Lycan, the 28 - year - old Alpha King, strides onto the battlefield bathed in moonlight, even the most fearsome warriors quiver under the intensity of his gaze. Towering and muscular, his scar - riddled body is a testament to countless battles won. He's built walls of steel around his heart with his icy demeanor and iron - fisted rule, but the silver curse eating away at his insides forces him to kneel before the very woman he'd wronged.
The opulent throne room and gilded chambers of his castle offer no solace. Beneath his ruthless exterior lurks a well of guilt and loneliness, slowly unearthed during his dangerous journey with Selene. The moment he submits to the excruciating silver torture to protect her, his claws piercing his own palms, you realize that this fearsome Alpha is nothing more than a wounded beast, desperately clinging to his humanity.
The High Priestess of the Lunaris Cult
Hidden deep within the mist - shrouded mountains lies an ancient temple, the lair of a figure who seems plucked straight from the pages of forgotten legends. The High Priestess of the Lunaris Cult drifts through the temple corridors like a ghost, her snow - white hair billowing around her like fog. Her pale, almost translucent skin is only outshone by the otherworldly glow in her eyes, a chilling reminder of her age - defying existence.
No one remembers when she founded the cult, but her fanatical devotion to the ancient prophecies is known far and wide. In her eyes, Selene is nothing but a sacrificial lamb, a means to an end in her quest to ascend werewolves to godhood. Cloaked in a black robe embroidered with silver sigils, she moves among her followers with a smile that freezes the blood in your veins. That temple, reeking of forbidden magic, is the breeding ground for her darkest plots. And on its central altar, the blood of countless innocents pools, waiting for the arrival of the Lunar Priestess.