CURSED FOR LOVE

The night the curse was cast, the moon burned red.

It hung low in the sky, swollen and furious, watching as two great packs clashed against a common enemy in the Valley of Thorns.

The air smelled of blood and iron,wolves howled in pain and victory alike, their roars echoing through the mountains.

Alpha Luca of the Nightfang Pack fought back-to-back with Alpha Ronan of the Silvercrest Pack.

They had been brothers long before the war.

Bound not by blood, but by loyalty. By laughter shared over fire pits and scars earned in the same battles. They ruled neighboring territories, strong, respected, feared. And when the enemy rose,an alliance of rogue wolves protected by dark magic, they rose together.

And they won.

By dawn, the battlefield was silent except for the dying groans of the defeated. The witches hidden within the enemy ranks were dragged out, killed, their bodies falling lifeless into the mud.

All except one.

She crawled from beneath the corpses, her black hair tangled with blood, her hands shaking as she clutched something small to her chest.

A child.

Her daughter.

Dead.

A silver blade lay buried in the girl's tiny chest.

The witch's scream split the air.

The scream of a mother whose soul had been torn open.

Her eyes locked onto the two alphas standing victorious at the center of the battlefield. She didn't need to ask whose armies had slaughtered her coven.

"You took my child," she whispered, blood spilling from her lips.

"You... took... my baby from me," she trembled, grief ripping through every word.

Her eyes lifted, filled with rage and hatred .

"Now I will take what you love most."

For a heartbeat, silence fell.

One of the alphas stepped forward, fury burning through his grief.

"End this," he snarled. "Kill her. Kill everything she's tied to."

But before any of the wolves could get any closer, magic surged from her broken body in a violent wave. The wolves howled as the ground cracked beneath them, shadows twisting unnaturally.

Her eyes, once dark and human, now shimmered like molten silver, flickering with crimson fire and liquid shadows that seemed to crawl beneath her skin. pierced through time itself.

She saw the future.

Two infants.

A boy with storm-grey eyes.

A girl with silver-gold hair.

Fated.

Mates.

The witch smiled, teeth stained red

"Your children will carry my pain," she hissed.

"They will crave each other. Their bond will be irresistible."

The wind shrieked as her magic split the sky.

"And when that craving bears fruit, the girl's womb will become her grave. Neither mother nor child shall draw breath beyond it."

Kael roared, lunging forward but it was too late.

"When she dies," the witch added louder this time , her voice echoing unnaturally,

"the boy will descend into madness. Love and pain of losing  will rot him from the inside until he destroys himself... or she destroys him."

The magic snapped.

"No! Soldiers don't let her escape!"

Alpha Ronan surged