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Daven
The full moon bathed the dense forest in a silver glow, illuminating the sacred clearing where the Blood Moon Pack gathered in silence. At the heart of it stood Daven, the feared and respected Alpha King, his towering presence commanding absolute attention. His black cloak billowed in the cold wind, but his expression remained impassive, unreadable.
Before him, an old woman knelt at the stone altar, her frail form dwarfed by the massive warriors surrounding her. The Oracle, a seer blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, had been summoned tonight for one reason.
To speak of fate.
Daven had never cared for prophecies. He had built his empire with his own strength, not with riddles whispered by the gods. But the Elders insisted—this prophecy was different.
It was about his mate.
"You have ruled without an equal for years," the Oracle began, her voice hoarse yet steady. "You believe that no one is worthy to stand beside you."
Daven's jaw tightened. She wasn't wrong. A mate would only be a distraction, a weakness in a world where strength meant survival.
The Oracle's milky eyes glowed faintly. "But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, Alpha King. Your mate exists, and she will come into your life when you least expect it."
A low growl rumbled in Daven's throat. His patience was wearing thin. "Who is she?"
The Oracle gave him a knowing smile, but she did not answer. Instead, she lifted her trembling hands and traced symbols into the air, whispers in an ancient language swirling with the wind. The moment she finished, the flames in the torches around them flickered violently—then burned blue.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even the Elders, who had seen many prophecies before, stiffened at the sight. Blue flames were a symbol of an unbreakable bond.
Daven narrowed his eyes. His wolf, usually silent and controlled, stirred restlessly within him.
Why?
"This union will change everything," the Oracle murmured, her voice distant, as if lost in a trance. "Your mate is unlike any you have imagined. She will challenge you, defy you… but she alone will awaken the part of you that has been long forgotten."
Daven frowned. "Enough riddles. Tell me who she is."
The Oracle's smile widened, but her eyes remained clouded. "You will find her soon, Alpha. And when you do… you will know."
Then, just like that, the flames died down. The wind settled. The vision faded.
Daven stared at the Oracle, frustration brewing inside him. He didn't believe in destiny. He didn't believe in fate.
But deep down, something told him—whoever she was, wherever she was—he would find her.
And when he did, there would be no escape.
Meanwhile….
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Yanna
"I swear, if they make the main character fall for the bad boy in two chapters, I'm going to throw my phone."
Yanna sighed dramatically, hugging her knees as she scrolled through her phone, lost in the latest fanfiction she had found. It was late—probably past 2 AM—but did that stop her from reading? Absolutely not.
She adjusted her glasses and pulled her blanket tighter around herself. The glow from her screen was the only light in her small, cluttered bedroom. Stacks of books and notebooks covered her desk, a half-eaten bag of chips sat beside her pillow, and her laptop lay open with an unfinished essay she had no motivation to complete.
This was her life.
Simple. Quiet. Boring.
And she was fine with that.
She rarely went out, not because she didn't want to, but because—well, she was broke. Being eighteen and surviving on allowance meant luxuries like shopping or café hopping were out of the question.
So, she stayed home. Reading. Writing. Dreaming about fictional worlds where the impossible could happen.
"If only life were as exciting as these stories…" she thought, flipping to the next chapter.
She had always been a hopeless romantic, even if she never admitted it out loud. It was easier to live through the love stories in her books than to actually experience one herself. Relationships were messy, complicated, and full of expectations she wasn't ready to deal with.
She let out another sigh and placed her phone on her chest, staring at the ceiling. "What if I did meet someone? Would it be like in the books?"
She laughed at herself. "Yeah, right. Like some mysterious, possessive billionaire, prince, or supernatural creature is just gonna walk into my life and claim me as their mate."
Her laughter faded as she turned her head to the window. The street outside was quiet. The usual sounds of passing cars had died down, and the only movement was the flickering light of a distant streetlamp.
For some reason, a chill ran down her spine.
It felt like something was coming.
Something big.
Something that would change everything.
She shook her head, brushing off the strange feeling.
She was probably just sleep-deprived. Again.
With a yawn, she snuggled deeper into her blanket, trying to push away the lingering unease in her chest.
Little did she know—her quiet, ordinary life was about to become something out of the very stories she loved.