"Stop!" he screamed, his voice breaking with unbearable sorrow as he watched a ruthless alpha destroy everything he loved. His family the only light in his dark world was hunted, betrayed, and torn apart before his helpless eyes. The Moon Goddess remained silent as the boy fell to his knees, clutching the lifeless body of the one who had sworn to protect him. When the ritual was complete, he collapsed into a deep, dreamless sleep. Believing he would never awaken as the same person again, they carried him to the edge of the Abyssal Valley and cast him into its endless darkness, leaving him to be forgotten by the world. But he survived. When he awoke, he was no longer a werewolf. Only fate knew that beneath his innocent smile rested a forgotten warrior, a sleeping wolf, and a heartbreaking past waiting for the day the seals would finally break.