Fated By Blood And Moonlight

Moon Remembers Everything

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They said the moon was cruel.

That she watched the world not with compassion, but with cold detachment, casting silver light upon the worst of sins and never once turning away.

Elara had always believed that.

From the moment she could walk, her life had been a chorus of slaps, silence, and shadow. She never knew a mother's touch or a father's embrace. Only fists. Only orders. Only fear.

They called her cursed. A foundling. A mistake the Alpha never should've taken in. The silver crescent on her wrist? Proof she was wrong. Unclean.