Seraphina Nightveil has lived her whole life in silence. Born without a wolf, cursed by the moon goddess, and hated by her own blood, she's never known anything but pain. But on her eighteenth birthday, something awakens inside her, a monster, a power, a destiny. Now claimed by Ravyn Blackthorn, the cold and ruthless Alpha of Duskborn, Seraphina is no longer prey. She is prophecy incarnate, a queen of ash and fire. As old enemies rise and war looms, she must face a terrible truth: She was never cursed. She was chosen. And when her wolf rises, the world will burn.
In a quiet village surrounded by dark woods, there lived a girl named Seraphina.
She was different from everyone else in her pack. While others could turn into wolves, Seraphina could not.
This made her an outcast.
Every day, Seraphina worked hard. She cleaned, cooked, and did chores for the pack.
Despite her efforts, the others were unkind to her. They called her names and treated her poorly.
One morning, Seraphina woke up before the sun rose.
She quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake anyone.
She tiptoed outside to fetch water from the well.
The air was cold, and the grass was wet with dew.
As she walked, she heard whispers behind her.
It was the other pack members, laughing and pointing at her.
Seraphina kept her head down and continued her task.
Later that day, the pack gathered for training.
The young wolves practiced their skills, running and jumping with ease.
Seraphina watched from the sidelines, wishing she could join them.
Suddenly, a voice called out, "Seraphina, come here!"
It was the pack leader, Alpha Kaelen. He was tall and strong, with piercing eyes.
"Yes, Alpha?" Seraphina replied, approaching him.
"Why are you just standing there? Go fetch the training equipment," he ordered.
Seraphina nodded and hurried to gather the items. As she did, she overheard some of the others talking.
"She'll never be one of us," one said.
"She's just a burden," another added.
Seraphina felt a lump in her throat but said nothing.
She carried the equipment back and placed it where the Alpha instructed.
As the sun began to set, the pack prepared for the evening feast.
Seraphina helped set the tables and served food to everyone.
When she finally sat down to eat, she noticed her plate was empty.
"There's no food left for you," a pack member sneered.
Seraphina's stomach growled, but she didn't complain.
She stood up and walked away, her eyes filled with tears.
That night, Seraphina sat alone under the stars.
She looked up at the moon and whispered, "Why am I so different? Why can't I be like them?"
Suddenly, a soft breeze blew, and she heard a faint voice, "You are special, Seraphina. Your time will come."
Startled, she looked around, but no one was there. She shook her head, thinking she imagined it.
The next day, the pack prepared for a special ceremony.
It was the day when young wolves would receive their spirit wolves.
Everyone was excited, except for Seraphina.
She stood at the edge of the gathering, watching as each member stepped forward and connected with their wolf.
Joy filled the air as they celebrated.
When it was Seraphina's turn, the crowd grew silent.
She stepped forward, her heart pounding.
The elder placed his hands on her shoulders and closed his eyes. Moments passed, but nothing happened.
"There's no wolf," the elder announced.
Gasps filled the air. Murmurs spread through the crowd.
"She's cursed," someone whispered.
"She doesn't belong here," another said.
Seraphina felt her world crumble.
Tears streamed down her face as she ran into the woods, away from the pack.
She ran until she couldn't run anymore.
Collapsing near a stream, she cried, feeling utterly alone.
As night fell, the moon rose high in the sky. Its light bathed the forest in a silvery glow.
Suddenly, Seraphina felt a sharp pain in her chest. She clutched her heart, gasping for breath.
The wind picked up, and the trees rustled. A mysterious figure emerged from the shadows.
He was tall, with dark hair and glowing eyes.
"Who are you?" Seraphina asked, fear in her voice.
The man stepped closer. "I am Ravyn, Alpha of the Duskborn Pack. I've been watching you."
"Why?" she asked, trembling.
"Because you are special, Seraphina. You have a power within you, one that even you don't understand," he replied.
"I don't have a wolf," she said, tears in her eyes.
Ravyn smiled. "Not yet. But soon, you will awaken, and when you do, the world will change."
Suddenly, a howl pierced the night. Ravyn turned his head, listening intently.
"They're coming," he said. "We must go."
"Who?" Seraphina asked.
"Your pack. They fear you now. They want to silence you," he replied.
Seraphina's heart raced. "What should I do?"
"Trust me," Ravyn said, extending his hand.
Hesitantly, she took it. As they disappeared into the night, Seraphina felt a spark within her, a flicker of something powerful.
But little did she know, this was just the beginning of her journey, a journey that would reveal secrets, awaken powers, and challenge everything she thought she knew.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, a sudden growl echoed around them. From the shadows, a massive creature emerged, its eyes glowing, its teeth bared.
Ravyn stepped in front of Seraphina, ready to protect her.
But then, the creature spoke, its voice deep and menacing.
"Seraphina, you cannot escape your destiny."
Seraphina's eyes widened in shock. "Who... what are you?"
The creature snarled, "I am the guardian of the truth. And your journey begins now."