claimed by the moon

The wind carried the copper-sweet scent of blood.

Mine.

Sticky and warm, it ran down my thigh as I stumbled through the woods, leaves crunching beneath my bare feet. The night howled behind me—deep, rumbling echoes of creatures hunting, always hunting.

Ten years since that night. Ten years since the rogues tore my family apart under a blood moon and I ran with nothing but fear in my chest and rage in my heart.

Now, I’m twenty. Hardened. Wild. Alone.

I live by instinct, by tooth and claw. I don’t need packs. I don’t need alphas barking orders or snarling threats. I need survival. That’s all I’ve ever needed.

Until tonight.

Because tonight, as I cross a border I shouldn’t have, chasing a deer in wolf form with hunger gnawing at my belly… I smell them.

Two scents.

Masculine. Dominant. Electric.

And then—pain. A tranquilizer to my side. My wolf stumbles.

Darkness falls.

But not before I see them step out from the mist.

Two towering figures, identical in face and ferocity, with stormy eyes that burn straight into my soul.

I don’t know who they are yet.

I don’t know they’re mine.

But something deep, primal, ancient… already does.

The Moon has claimed me.

And She doesn’t take no for an answer.

 Until tonight.

Because tonight, as I cross a border I shouldn’t have, chasing a deer in wolf form with hunger gnawing at my belly… I smell them.
Two scents
Masculine. Dominant. Electric.

And then—pain. A tranquilizer to my side. My wolf stumbles.
Darkness falls.
But not before I see them step out from the mist.

Two towering figures, identical in face and ferocity, with stormy eyes that burn straight into my soul.

I don’t know who they are yet.
I don’t know they’re mine.
But something deep, primal, ancient… already does.

The Moon has claimed me.
And She doesn’t take no for an answer.