Elara the child of the prophecy!

I can tell you the exact moment my life began to fall apart, the moment where everything came tumbling down and I no longer knew what my place was in the world.

It all started nine years ago, when the Supreme One invaded our territory; he killed my parents, slaughtered every werewolf who refused to surrender and worship him, destroyed our homes, and left our entire pack in ruins.

That night, I lost everything. Since then, we have been running. Hiding. Relocating.

Always looking over our shoulders,

wondering if he has finally found us.

For nine good years, we have lived like ghosts, praying that the Supreme One would never discover where we were hiding.

The supreme one had not been fighting this war without reason. A prophecy was foretold that, on the night of the Blood Moon, the child born from the most powerful vampire and the most powerful werewolf would rise and put an end to the evil of the vampire marked by the cursed ink.

And that child was me. "Elara."

The moment the Supreme One discovered the truth, he became obsessed with destroying the prophecy before it could come true, just to protect his power and fulfill the dark dream he had carried for centuries.

So he gave the werewolf clans a choice.

My life...

Or the lives of everyone who stood against him. But they refused to hand me over.

They chose to protect me. And that decision came with a terrible price.

The Supreme One began hunting every young female werewolf around my age. One by one, innocent girls were slaughtered simply because they could have been me.

He didn't care who they were. He wasn't concerned about their families. He only wanted to find the child of the prophecy.

But I remained hidden.

When he realized he couldn't get his hands on me, the Supreme One declared war against our pack.

He sent his vampires into our territory, destroying everything in their path. Homes were burned down. Families were torn apart. All because of me. All because of a prophecy.

And while my clans fought to keep me alive, I couldn't stop wondering...

How many more people would have to die before the Blood Moon finally came?

Because when that night arrived, I would have to face the very monster who had spent nine years hunting me.

Before the Supreme One could ever get his hands on me, my mother had already made the most difficult decision of her life. She secretly handed me over to my uncle, Gael, begging him to protect me with his life.

While the supreme one thought he had successfully killed the child who's like a thorn in his flesh, not knowing that the child he took from my mother wasn't me but someone else.

I was destined to put an end to the Supreme One's reign of terror and finally give our people their freedom.

To them, I was more than their hope.

I was the future Alpha they had been waiting for.

But hope could be dangerous. If the Supreme One discovered that I was alive, he would come for us again-and this time, he wouldn't stop until he found me.

So we couldn't stay.

Uncle Gael and I left with the others, traveling far away from our former territory. We abandoned everything we knew behind us and disappeared into another land.

I wasn't running because I was afraid.

I was running because I knew that one day, I would have to turn around and face the monster who had destroyed my family at the age of twelve, and left me with nothing.

So, I couldn't rush into a battle with the Supreme One; I needed to be prepared.

And when that day came, I wouldn't be the helpless little girl he thought he had killed.

I would be ready to fight him. We had a few wolf hunters who were loyal to us; they believed in what we were fighting for, and they became our connection to the outside world.

They would make long, dangerous journeys through the rocky terrain to the city, bringing back food, medicine, clothing, and other supplies we needed to survive.

Because of them, we didn't have to leave the safety of the pack.

They were more than hunters; they were our eyes and ears. They would always bring news from the human world...news that was becoming more disturbing with each passing day.

The Supreme One's influence was spreading.

People were disappearing. Strange attacks were being reported, and entire communities were living in fear, unaware of the darkness slowly approaching them.

Vampires had learned how to blend into human society. They no longer hid in the shadows or lived only in isolated places. They walked among humans, dressed like them, worked beside them, and lived in their cities without anyone realizing what they truly were. Furthermore, they were multiplying.

The Supreme One wasn't turning ordinary people. He was far too intelligent for that.

He carefully chose the people he converted...wealthy businessmen, influential members of powerful families, celebrities, political leaders, and people who held important positions in the country.

People with money, connections, and power.

And people whose influence could help him achieve his ultimate goal.

The Supreme One wasn't simply building an army of vampires. He was building an empire. Every person he turned into a vampire, gave him another connection to the human world.

Slowly, he was placing his people in positions where they could control businesses, influence decisions, manipulate the government, and eventually take control of the entire country without anyone realizing who was truly behind it.

And the more I learned about his plans, the more I understood the true meaning of the prophecy.

If the prophecy was real, then it wasn't only the werewolves who needed me.

The humans required me too.

Even the vampires who had been forced to serve him needed me.

It was like three worlds were slowly being consumed by one man's ambition.

And somehow, I was supposed to be the one who stopped him.

I am Elara... the child of the most powerful vampire and the most powerful werewolf.

The chosen one,their only hope.

I wasn't going to fight only for revenge.

Yes, it's true that I wanted justice for my parents. I wanted the Supreme One to pay for everything he had taken from me at the age of twelve.

But there was something bigger than my pain. I was fighting for the innocent humans who had no idea what was coming for them. I was fighting for every werewolf who had spent years living in fear, hiding from a tyrant who wanted to control us. I was fighting for our freedom.

And there was one more thing I needed to uncover. The traitor among us.

Someone had betrayed my parents.

Someone had revealed their whereabouts to the Supreme One all those years ago.

And whoever that person was, they might still be hiding among us. And I couldn't afford to trust everyone.

I needed to know who had betrayed my family before I faced the supreme one.

Because if there was a traitor in our camp once, there could be one again.

And this time, I wouldn't let anyone get close enough to destroy us.

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Tomorrow, I will turn twenty-one, the age I've been waiting for since I was twelve.

The birthday of the new Chosen One.

The day I will finally step into my father's place and become the new Alpha of our pack.

For nine years, my life has been shaped by a prophecy I never asked for. And I've waited for this moment, knowing that when I turned twenty-one, something inside me would awaken. The powers I was born with. The powers that could finally set my people free. I don't know what my awakening will feel like, nor do I know how powerful I'll become.

And, honestly, I don't know if I'm ready for what comes next.

But I know one thing. I am no longer the little girl the Supreme One thought he killed. I am Elara! The child of the prophecy, the chosen one longing to end the reign of the supreme one.