Twelve Full Moons

Prologue

“No… No! No!”

A woman wailed in agony at the sight of her family. Her husband was decapitated and her children were bled to death. There was no other emotion in her heart but frustration and anger.

Who was the heartless bastard that killed her family? She did not know. She had no idea. But the recent news from the castle of the werewolves was that the alphas have decided to execute every family of witches.
It was the age of the reign of the wolves and the other entities were degraded. Especially, the witches. They were burned and beheaded every time a werewolf hunted them down.

The woman’s wail was heard all over the forest of Mount Psyche. A mountain named after a beautiful lady whom the goddess Aphrodite got jealous with.

But ironically, it was the ugliest place in the world right now. It’s the forest where the witches reside and peacefully lived once but now a graveyard.

The werewolves killed them all and had no mercy.
“In this life, witches will accept defeat. But in the next age, we won’t retreat! These wolves will burn below our feet! And these gold, and walls of concrete, will die in flames with no chance to retreat!”
A curse that contained words brought out of her agony. The pain and loss she felt as she cried for them.

It was such a horrible thing to happen to innocent people. She was a witch, yes. But ever since the fall of their kind, no one was allowed to do any harmful magic. It was a treaty proposed by the leader of witches that the werewolves accepted to retain peace.

But when the Ulmers and Wulfgars took over the throne, they served chaos and war in all the lands, destroying villages of people that lived peacefully for centuries.

It was the darkest era of all kinds of races. And especially for the witches.

The woman wailed as she pulled the lifeless members of her family. She held her head as if she was about to lose her mind. But she collected her thoughts and tried to calm down.

This curse that she bestowed upon the werewolves and this certain family would be passed down to all generations.

“There will never be peace and order between Wulfgars and Ulmers. No kind of offering or treaty would heal this misfortune. But in the last line of these two families will be born a girl and a boy. That would save them only if love would conquer fear and war. Alas, this curse I cast upon these heartless foes. They will be foes and killers to each other and no one would stop them from terrorizing all werewolf clans!”

As she aligned her family in a horizontal form, the woman’s tears were replaced with a wicked smile. She might have lost her family but her right to revenge would make her live a life long enough to witness the downfall of the age of werewolves.