THE SEED OF THE MOON GODDESS

A long time ago, before the packs dominated the land and before the first war split the clans, it was said the Moon herself descended to the world not as a moon in the sky, but as a woman. She walked amongst men and wolves, in flesh and blood, her beauty so true, so wild and real, that people could not gaze upon her without a shiver going through their very soul. It wasn’t just her face it was the way she moved, that sweet voice of hers and that pain in her eyes. She was not meant to be in this world and yet she wanted to be in this world.

And just like every other human, she fell in love.

He was a wolf, a strong, proud, respected wolf. An Alpha. He promised her things no one else ever had. He swore she’d be safe with him, that he would never hurt her, that he would never let anyone else try. And for the first time in all her existence, the Moon believed someone. She gave him her trust. She gave him her body. And when she discovered she was pregnant with his baby, she believed that her story was finally going to have its happy ending.

But love she found out wasn’t always good.

He took her in his pack and they accepted her with open arms. They greeted her with smiles, they brought her food and bowed before her as she passed. She believed that they loved her. She was convinced that they considered her as one of them. What she did not realize was that they were already aware of who she was and what she had inside of her. They didn't want her because of who she was. They wanted her blood. Her power. Her child.

They bided their time until she was almost full term before they attacked.

When her body started to slow and her pregnancy started to weigh her down and make her vulnerable, they turned against her. They shackled her in silver and dark magic laced chains. They put her in a cold stone cell down deep under the pack house and her mate, the one who had promised her all the world, stood there and said nothing . He watched her cry. He watched them take her. He let it happen.

They planned to keep her alive just long enough to take what they needed. Then they would end her.

But one girl, a servant no one noticed, chose to help her. Maybe she was young. Maybe she was afraid. Maybe she saw a mother in pain and couldn’t bear it. No one remembers her name. But that girl unlocked the door, whispered that the guards were asleep, and told the goddess to run.

And she did.

Bleeding, barefoot, and out of time, she escaped into the forest. The wind howled through the trees as she stumbled through thorns and roots, her contractions coming hard and fast. She didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Not until she collapsed beneath a tall, ancient tree, so deep in the woods that no wolf dared to follow.

Her hands clawing into the dirt as her body broke open.

Her cries echoed through the forest.

Pain and betrayal filled the night.

And as the child pushed into the world, with blood on her thighs and her nails digging into the roots of the earth, she screamed not only in agony, but in fury.

Her voice rose like a storm.

“I curse this land,” she cried.

“Let no Alpha born here see past Fourty. Let the younger brother rise against the elder. Let every throne be soaked in blood.”

“Let betrayal be their inheritance. Let peace be foreign to them.”

“Only when my daughter or her blood, falls in love with a wolf, and bears a child from that love… only then will the curse break.”

“And that child… that child will mark the end of chaos and the beginning of something greater.”

“The man she loves will become the strongest Alpha ever to walk this earth. No blade shall touch him. No enemy shall defeat him. No spirit shall bind him.”

And then just as her breath began to fade, she whispered something else.

A final line of the curse, but not in the common tongue. It was old. Ancient. Forbidden.

A language lost to time. No one understood the words.

No one has been able to interrupt the final curse till date.

The skies opened. Lightning struck the trees. The earth shook.

And just like that, the Moon vanished from the world.

Some say she died beneath that tree. Some say she returned to the sky, watching everything from above. But the curse she left behind never faded. Every Alpha since then has died before their fortieth birthday. Every generation, brothers kill each other for the title.

And no one, not even the strongest among them has been able to escape the fate she spoke into the soil.

The curse still lives.

And the bloodline she left behind is about to wake it up.