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The blood moon hung low in the sky, casting an ominous red glow over the twisted pines and crumbling buildings of Raven’s Hollow. It was a place forgotten by the world—where the wind whispered secrets and the shadows held the weight of centuries. No one who lived there dared to speak openly of the things lurking in the dark. Except for one.
Raven had grown up with the wilderness as her only companion. Her name was as fierce as her spirit, a woman marked by pain and rebellion, her body inked with swirling tattoos that told stories no one else dared ask about. By day, she roamed the edges of town, a ghost herself, avoiding the judgmental eyes of the few remaining townsfolk. But when the sun dipped beneath the horizon, something ancient stirred within her veins—a call to wildness, to a power she barely understood but could never deny.
She was a werewolf.
Not just any werewolf, but one born from a bloodline cursed and blessed in equal measure. Her mother had vanished years ago, leaving behind only whispers and the heavy burden of legacy. Raven’s pack had been torn apart by betrayal and violence, leaving her to fend for herself in the shadow of loss. She had learned to survive by biting back harder, by running faster, and by never trusting anyone completely.
That night, the blood moon wasn’t just a celestial event—it was a summons. The scent of blood and danger hung thick in the air, pulling Raven deeper into the woods, to a place where the earth itself seemed to pulse with fury.
It was there she saw him.
Lucian.
A figure carved from nightmares and legends. His silver eyes glinted in the moonlight, cold and unyielding as steel. He moved with the grace of a predator, every step heavy with the weight of a past stained in blood. He was an alpha, the last survivor of a pack massacred in a war that had left scars deeper than flesh could show. His loneliness was a roaring fire, burning through the night as he hunted those who had wronged him.
Their first encounter was a violent collision of fate.
Raven emerged from the shadows, claws bared and teeth sharp. Lucian met her fury with his own, their battle a brutal dance of snarls and strikes beneath the bloody moon. Flesh tore, blood sprayed, and the forest echoed with the sounds of their rage. Yet, beneath the violence, something primal and undeniable sparked—a connection forged in fire and blood.
When the fight finally ended, neither was the victor. Both were wounded, both breathless, but something unspoken passed between them—a challenge, a promise, a hunger.
In the nights that followed, Raven found herself drawn to Lucian’s world—a place where power and pain coexisted, where loyalty was earned in battle and love was as fierce as a wolf’s bite. Together, they navigated the savage landscape of rival packs, ancient curses, and dark secrets buried beneath the moonlit earth.
They were hunters and hunted. Lovers and warriors. Bound by blood and broken pasts.
But the world was unforgiving. Their love was a dangerous thing, a fire that could consume them both if they weren’t careful. Rivals watched from the shadows, waiting for the moment to strike. The curse of the blood moon loomed ever closer, threatening to unravel everything they had fought for.
Raven and Lucian knew that their bond was more than passion—it was survival. In a world ruled by claws and teeth, only the strongest, the fiercest, the most relentless could endure. And they were ready to fight—not just for their lives, but for the right to love in a world that said they couldn’t.
As the blood moon reached its peak, Raven and Lucian stood side by side, ready to face the darkness together. Their story was one of savage beauty and brutal loyalty, a legend written in scars and kisses beneath the wild, unforgiving moon.
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