Some destinies are written in blood... Eamon has spent his life as an outcast, haunted by strange dreams and instincts he can't explain. But when a brutal manhunt reveals his hidden werewolf bloodline, everything changes. He is the last heir of the fallen Wolf King-the one foretold to reclaim Eldertide's throne... or destroy it. Now, hunted by a ruthless warlord and betrayed by those he trusted, Eamon is caught in a dangerous game of power and survival. His only hope lies in the Moonfang Crown, an ancient artifact said to grant unimaginable strength-but at a terrible cost. With war looming and darkness creeping into his soul, Eamon must decide: will he embrace his destiny, even if it turns him into a monster? Or will he fight against fate, even if it means losing everything? The wolves are watching. The blood moon is rising. And the battle for Eldertide has begun.
The wind howled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and pine. The village of Black Hollow lay shrouded in mist, its wooden cottages huddled close together as if seeking warmth against the creeping cold of night. Inside a modest hut on the outskirts, Eamon stirred in his bed, his sleep plagued by the same dream that had haunted him since childhood.
A vast forest stretched before him, ancient and endless. Moonlight filtered through the twisted branches, illuminating the silver fur of a colossal wolf standing atop a jagged rock. The beast's golden eyes locked onto him-piercing, knowing. Then came the howl. It echoed through his bones, rattling the very core of his being, sending a strange longing through his veins.
He awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. His heart pounded like war drums, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The dream again. Always the same dream.
Eamon swung his legs off the straw mattress, rubbing his temples as if that could erase the lingering unease curling in his chest. The wooden floor beneath his feet creaked, the only sound in the otherwise silent hut. Outside, the village lay still, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight from the watchmen patrolling the outskirts.
He had never fit in here. The people of Black Hollow were simple folk-hunters, woodcutters, and traders who lived by the cycle of the seasons. Eamon had spent his whole life among them, yet he had never felt like one of them. His senses were too sharp, his instincts too strange. He could smell a storm before it arrived, hear whispers carried on the wind from yards away, and predict the movements of a deer before it bolted. The village elders called it "a gift," but some whispered a different word.
Curse.
A knock at his door startled him. At this hour? Frowning, Eamon grabbed his cloak and opened it cautiously.
Maeve, the village healer, stood on his doorstep, her face pale beneath the moonlight. Strands of silver hair had escaped her tightly bound braid, and her sharp eyes were filled with urgency.
"Come with me," she whispered. "Now."
Eamon hesitated. Maeve was not a woman given to dramatics. If she was alarmed, there was reason to be. He nodded, stepping outside into the cold night air.
They moved swiftly through the village, past darkened homes and shuttered windows. A heavy tension hung over Black Hollow, the kind that made the hairs on Eamon's arms rise. Something was wrong.
"Maeve, what is this about?" he asked.
She didn't answer. Not until they reached the village square, where a small group of villagers had gathered. Torches burned low, casting flickering shadows on the ground. In the center, two men lay dead. Their bodies were twisted, torn apart by something with claws far larger than any bear or wolf found in the surrounding woods.
The stench of blood filled the air.
Eamon swallowed hard. "What did this?"
Maeve's gaze cut to him. "That's what we need to find out."
Jorah, the village headman, stepped forward. His face was grim, his thick brows furrowed. "Tracks lead into the eastern woods. Deep ones. Whatever did this walked on two legs before shifting to four." His eyes lingered on Eamon for a moment too long. "A beast, but not like any we've seen before."
Eamon felt an odd chill crawl up his spine.
"You want me to track it," he said.
Jorah gave a slow nod. "You're the best hunter we have. If anyone can find it, you can."
Eamon clenched his fists. He didn't need to be told why they'd come to him. The villagers had always looked at him differently, as if sensing something unnatural about him. Now, with a monster loose in the woods, their suspicions had sharpened into fear.
Still, he couldn't refuse. He had no proof, but deep in his gut, he knew this attack was connected to him. The dreams. The instincts. The howl in his bones.
With a grim nod, he turned toward the eastern woods.
"I'll find it."
The forest was silent-too silent. No rustling leaves, no night birds calling, no distant howl of wolves. Only the wind whispering through skeletal branches.
Eamon crouched low, examining the tracks illuminated by his lantern's glow. Deep imprints, wider than any normal wolf's, yet with the distinct pattern of a creature walking upright before shifting to all fours. The claw marks in the bark of nearby trees suggested something big. Something powerful.
The scent was familiar.
Not in the way a hunter recognizes the musk of a deer or the scent of damp soil after rain, but something deeper. It stirred a memory he didn't have, an instinct he didn't understand.
Then, he heard it.
A breath.
Low. Close.
Eamon spun just as the figure lunged. A massive shape erupted from the darkness, its form wreathed in shadow. Claws slashed through the air, missing his throat by inches as he stumbled back. His lantern fell, the flame snuffed out against the damp ground.
Golden eyes gleamed in the darkness.
A wolf-no, not a wolf.
A werewolf.
Its form was monstrous, taller than any man, its limbs corded with unnatural muscle, its fur black as midnight. Yet something in its gaze was not mindless. Not beast, not entirely.
Eamon's heart pounded as he reached for the hunting knife at his belt, knowing it would be useless against a creature like this. The beast sniffed the air, then let out a low, rumbling growl.
And then-
It hesitated.
A flicker of recognition crossed its feral eyes.
The same way Eamon felt something familiar in its scent, the beast seemed to sense something in him.
For a moment, neither moved.
Then, suddenly, the werewolf let out a deep, guttural howl-not of attack, but of warning. It turned and vanished into the night, leaving Eamon frozen in place, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
A warning.
Not a predator to prey. Not enemy to enemy.
A warning.
And deep inside, beneath his fear, Eamon felt something stir.
Something ancient.
Something waiting to awaken.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
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."