Rachel rebirth to a powerful werewolf, seeks revenge for her parent's murder. She joins the other stray werewolf to hunt down all the evil werewolf and their leader Alex. Now she walks both day and night without the fear of getting burnt. She is powerful in all ways. Now will her revenge be that will make her happy? Will she ever find peace with the powers she has? What will happen to Brown who rescues her, now that she has become an Alpha, What about Jack whom she bumped into?
Eldenwood lay in slumber under the gaze of a time-worn moon, blind to the creeping darkness within its midst.
Rachel's folks, unaware of the mystic forces shaping their destiny, basked in the glow of domestic mirth. Unbeknownst to them, their tranquil night was about to be fractured by Alex, a vengeful werewolf with unfinished business.
When the town's clock heralded the stroke of midnight, Eldenwood transformed into the backdrop for a sorrowful tale penned in crimson.
A heavy sense of foreboding filled the air as Alex and his pack stormed Rachel's dwelling. The night resonated with the sounds of conflict, under the moon's grim spectating of a dance macabre featuring claw and fang.
By a harsh twist of luck, Rachel's parents succumbed to Alex's ferocious onslaught. Their pleas for mercy dissipated into the still night, unheard by all except the lurking shadows of Eldenwood. The once benign moon now cast a foreboding light on the wreckage left behind.
In the wake of the savage attack, a shadowy figure, Brown, stepped forth. With a past intertwined with the town's hidden lore, he watched the calamity with a heart heavy with grief yet firm with purpose. His eyes, mirrors of his vast experiences, settled on Rachel's still body.
Moving with quiet resolve, the sound of his steps on the crisp leaves punctuated the silence. Murmuring ancient spells, he enveloped Rachel in a mystical force. The atmosphere crackled with supernatural power, and Rachel, once ensnared by death's grip, began to stir with a fresh breath of life.
Rachel's revival under the moonlight signified the intertwining of her fate with Brown's mysterious existence. As she opened her eyes, now shining with an unearthly fire, she was greeted by the face of her unexpected rescuer.
Rachel, bewildered: "Who are you? What's happened here?"
Brown, his eyes piercing through the gloom: "Name's Brown, guardian of Eldenwood's deep-seated secrets. Your time wasn't up that night."
Rachel, a blend of bewilderment and thankfulness: "Why save me?"
Brown, enigmatic and measured: "Our paths are linked, Rachel. Eldenwood's got layers you've yet to see."
Brown led Rachel down Eldenwood's moon-kissed trails to a secluded glade, home to an age-old witch, Mara. The grove buzzed with magical currents as Mara, adorned in her mystical garments, awaited them
Mara, with eyes that sparkled with insight, looked Rachel over. The woods seemed to acknowledge her, a newcomer marked by both misfortune and enchantment.
Mara: "Brown, you've brought someone shadow-touched. What's her quest, and what's she after?"
Brown, urgency in his tone: "She's after truths and retribution for her kin. Eldenwood's got a stake in this."
Mara, with a nod of understanding: "So be it. But rebirth's got its price."
As they spoke of mystical matters, the moon dipped low, bathing the glade in its silver luminescence. Mara, tracing ancient symbols into the earth, initiated a rite that blurred the lines between life and the beyond.
Mara: "Rachel, let the magic of Eldenwood flow through you. Awaken the dormant power within."
The grove thrummed with supernatural force as Rachel, encircled by Mara's chants, felt a wave of might flood her being. Her essence melded with Eldenwood's old magic, transforming her.
Rachel, amidst the surge of energy: "What's happening to me?"
Mara, her voice a calm reverberation: "You're reborn, Rachel. A formidable werewolf, carved by tragedy and resilience. The moon claims you now."
With the ritual's end, Rachel arose anew, her gaze alight with untapped power. The moon, privy to her transformation, endowed her with a destiny intertwined with Eldenwood's mystical forces.
Kiera is a beautiful lady from a humble family. Her mother almost married a man called Peters who has a son called Philips, but both died in a fatal road accident before their wedding day leaving behind their children under the care of Aunt Sarah, sir Peters younger sister. Kelvin, Lord Donald's son has dreamt of being in the military from childhood, but his father wants him to take over their family business and also marry Vera, their business partner's daughter. Kelvin got to meet Kiera in one of his father's mansion when she followed Aunty serah to clean the mansion and he took a liking to her.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."