He come with the Moon-FirstKhaotung
We all know werewolves. And witches. What about their love?
This is not about one of the best witches who casts excellent spells.This is not about the spoiled alpha son of a ruthless leader of a large pack. They are just themselves. They are trying to get through a life full of problems together. Yes, it is hard. Yes, it is tiring. They cried, they fought, they made mistakes. But there was only one thing they both knew. Their love.
Khaotung Thanawat. He didn't have a surname, he didn't have a family to give him a surname. When he was a child, his mothers were burned. Being a witch is hard, and it's even harder if you're a witch from two women's love. He remembers that his childhood was full of love and he is grateful to his mothes for that. After the tragic death of his mothers, he began to live in the forest. Because he thought that if he ran away from both humans and other living things, he would be safe. He spends his loneliness developing his spells, gathering materials in the forest, reading books left by his mothers, and thinking. About everything.
His monotonous life will completely change with the scratching of his door and his painful whimpering on a full moon night.
First Kanaphan Puitrakul. An alpha who hasn't yet fully utilized his transformation. Sometimes he can transform in ridiculous places. Sometimes he can even have a tail or claws in his human form. Even if the wolves in his pack make fun of him, he works for it. He wants to be perfect and make his parents proud.
While wandering around in wolf form on a full moon night, he comes across wolves from another pack and is attacked before he can even respond. The alpha, crawling on his claw-scarred body, finally arrives at a house in a remote part of the forest. He scratches the door and howls in pain, all he wants is to live. Because this is his last chance.
Author's note:
It's in the prologue.. If you want, welcome to my world.
