A thousand years ago, the Moon Goddess created the werewolf clans, granting us great power and the eternal bond of the destined mate.
The fated mate is chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, drawn together by the resonance of bloodlines and the call of souls. It is the most sacred bond in werewolf society.
However, as time passed, the obsession with purebloods gradually twisted this sacred connection. The New Moon Pack and the Starweave Pack, locked in a bitter struggle over territory and resources, came to see the call of the fated mate as nothing but a betrayal.
Then there were the Bloodfang Pack, those corrupted by dark forces—their souls twisted by the very shadows they embraced. They betrayed the teachings of the Moon Goddess, living off plunder and murder, becoming the enemies of all werewolf clans.
I, Aurora, was born into this world of prejudice and conflict—an "outsider" in every sense.
My father was the noble Alpha of the New Moon Pack, while my mother was a mere human.
My silver hair, a legacy of my father's glory, and my golden eyes, forever marked by my mother’s “original sin.”
Once, I was the most despised half-blood descendant in New Moon Castle, growing up in the cold shadows of judgment and discrimination.
Now, I have been crowned the first half-blood queen in the thousand-year history of the New Moon Pack.
"Mom," Lucas asked from my arms, his small face tilted up toward me. He inherited my golden eyes, but his dark, short hair was the same shade as his father Aaron’s. "Tell me the story of you and Dad."
I gently ran my fingers through his hair, but my gaze unconsciously drifted to the distance.
The story that changed all our fates began five years ago, on that snowstorm-lashed night, in a secluded little cabin on the border between the New Moon Pack and the Starweave Pack...
