When the moon bleeds and darkness devour the stars,
A child shall be born, grace with Selene's sacred mark,
The moon goddess chosen heir, her celestial light unmatched
Her destiny woven in the threads of vengeance and salvation.
Besides her stand the one foretold,
A wolf like no other, blessed with the sight of unseen,
And the strength to conquer the impossible.
Bound by fate he shall be her shield, her ally and equal.
Together, they shall rise—a force beyond mortal grasp,
An unyielding beacon against the eternal darkness.
But beware, for an ancient vendetta stirs,
Older than time, born of jealousy and hatred,
Sworn to extinguish the light of Selene's lineage.
Only the chosen pair, born under the bleeding moon,
Shall stand against the void and safeguard the children of the Moon.
The child of the Moon and the wolf of destiny,
Two souls entwined to defy the flow of time,
Hold the power to preserve the Moon's legacy—or doom it to eternal night.
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The night sky was painted in shades of crimson, the full moon glowing a deep, eerie red. It was as if the heavens themselves were bleeding, the stars nowhere to be seen, swallowed by the ominous darkness. A chilling wind howled through the air, carrying with it an unsettling sense of foreboding.
Suddenly, a woman's scream pierced the stillness.
Outside a grand building, a crowd had gathered, their anxious faces illuminated by the bloody glow of the moon. Their attention flickered between the ominous sky above and the closed doors, behind which the cries of a woman in labor echoed. Whispers of unease rippled through the group. The blood moon had long been prophesied, but its arrival brought more fear than hope.
Inside, the room was filled with tension. A woman lay on a grand bed draped in rich mulberry silks, her body trembling as she endured the waves of pain. Her dark hair clung to her sweat-dampened face, her breaths shallow and labored. Her usually luminous eyes were clouded with exhaustion, but determination burned in her gaze.
Kneeling beside her was her husband, the Alpha, his large, calloused hand wrapped around hers. Though his presence was steadfast, his expression betrayed a storm of emotions—worry, hope, and desperation. "Breathe, my love," he urged softly, his deep voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart.
The woman nodded weakly, gripping his hand as another contraction wracked her body.
The midwife worked swiftly, her hands deftly arranging towels, herbs, and warm water. Her sharp blue eyes were focused, though her face softened whenever she glanced at the laboring woman. "You're doing wonderfully, Luna," she said gently, her tone calm but firm. "It won't be long now. Just a little more."
The wind howled outside, rattling the windows and sending the heavy curtains fluttering wildly. The room seemed to tremble as if the world itself held its breath.
The woman's grip tightened on her husband's hand, her teeth gritted as the pain intensified. Her husband leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching hers. "You're strong, love. Just a little more. You can do this."
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Finally, the midwife's voice cut through the tension. "Luna, it's time. You need to push."
Summoning every ounce of strength left in her, the Luna bore down, her cry echoing through the room. Her husband's hand bore the brunt of her pain, but he remained silent, his eyes locked on her face.
Outside, the blood-red moon seemed to pulse with energy, its light streaming through the window and bathing the room in a haunting crimson glow. The light wrapped around the laboring woman as if the moon itself bore witness to the miracle unfolding.
Far across the land, in a vast estate, two other women were also in the throes of labor. Their shared birthing room was bathed in the same eerie red light. One was addressed as "Your Majesty," the other as "Her Ladyship." Their husbands stood close, their faces filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Back in the packhouse, the Luna let out one final, heart-wrenching cry. And then, the silence was broken by the wail of a newborn—a sound so pure it seemed to pierce through the oppressive weight of the blood moon.
In the estate, the two women delivered their babies almost simultaneously. The midwives' voices overlapped in joyous exclamation. "It's a boy, Your Majesty!" "It's a girl, My Lord!"
Back in the packhouse, the midwife carefully lifted the newborn from her mother. As she cleaned the baby, her breath hitched. On the infant's tiny shoulder was a crescent moon birthmark, shimmering faintly with an otherworldly light.
"By the Heavenly Mother," the midwife whispered, awe etched into her voice. She turned to the Alpha and Luna, her hands trembling. "She's the Moonchild."
The Alpha's eyes widened in shock as he stared at his newborn daughter. The Luna, still trembling with exhaustion, reached out with trembling hands. "Let me see her, Ava."
Ava, the midwife carefully placed the baby into her mother's arms. The Luna cradled her daughter close, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at the crescent moon mark glowing softly on the baby's shoulder.
"Sy," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "Look at her. Our daughter… she's the Moonchild."
The Alpha leaned in, his awe shifting to quiet reverence. His arms wrapped around his mate and child, his voice breaking. "The Heavenly Mother has chosen us. She's our beacon, the hope of the supernatural world."
Far away, the King and his right-hand man held their newborns, marveling at the prophecy unfolding. The King's voice, filled with wonder, broke the silence. "Our children. they're the chosen pairs. I still can't believe it."
His right-hand man chuckled, his eyes full of admiration. "The prophecy has begun, and our children are the miracles we've been waiting for."
Back in the packhouse, the Luna pressed a kiss to her daughter's soft skin, her heart brimming with love and gratitude. Outside, the blood moon began to fade, giving way to a radiant silver glow that spilled across the land, bathing the world in a calming light.
The pack members outside murmured in awe, their eyes fixed on the sky as the blood moon slowly disappeared, replaced by the gentle shine of the silver moon.
Ava, stepped back from the new parents, allowing the family a private moment with their newborn daughter. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, offering a silent prayer of thanks to the Heavenly Mother, her heart filled with reverence.
She quietly left the room, her footsteps soft but purposeful. She met the waiting pack members outside the Alpha's mansion, their anxious faces filled with hope. They had gathered in anticipation of the birth and they couldn't wait to hear the good news.
"The Moonchild is here in our pack," Ava announced, her voice steady, yet carrying the reverence of a holy proclamation. Her words rang out in the stillness of the night, reaching the ears of the entire pack. "Both mother and child are healthy."
The pack erupted into howls. The cries of their people rang out in harmony, their voices filled with pure joy and reverence. The moon above them seemed to glow even brighter, as though the heavens themselves were joining in their celebration.