The Alpha's Prophecy

nd purple. The wind whipped through his dark hair, carrying with it the scent of the forest below. He could hear the distant rustle of leaves, the s

harbinger of change, of fate entwining with destiny in ways that none could predict. For Alaric, it was a reminder of the prophecy that ha

moon in its bloodred phase, and the way the very air seemed to hum with power around him. His father, the previous Alpha, had trained him rigorously, preparing him for the day

axon, approached. Jaxon was a loyal friend, a fierce warrior, and one

id, his voice low and measured.

ight. The Blood Moon isn't just an omen. It's the beginnin

d us through worse, Alaric. Whatever thi

ut strength or strategy. It was about destiny his destiny. The Blood Moon's rise would mark the start of a jour

son. The sight was both beautiful and terrifying, a stark reminder of the prophecy that hung

ice carrying the authority of an Alpha. "

remained on the cliff, watching as the Blood Moon climbed higher i

anches in the wind. His senses were heightened, every sound and scent more vivid than usual. He could feel the eyes of his pack on him as h

moon. Jaxon stood by his side, his presence a steadying force. Alaric took a moment to look at each o

r fate. For generations, our pack has been guided by the wisdom of the elders and the strength

sink in. The pack was silen

salvation or destruction. I was born under such a moon, and I carry the mark of the prophecy. What this means for us, I do not ye

t there was no murmuring of dissent. They tru

ver comes, we will face it as one. Now, let us prepare for the

felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned

the prophecy, Alaric?

don't know what to believe, Jaxon. But I do know this whatever happens, we will fight for our

ing the Blood Moon as it bathed the world in its ominous glow. The night was only just beginning, and s