As the years passed, the children born beneath the Blood Moon began to grow — and with them, their strange gifts.
The streaks of silver in their hair grew more distinct, shimmering brighter with every full moon. The brighter the silver, the stronger the gift.
Their senses sharpened beyond normal wolves — hearing whispers carried by the wind, seeing movement miles away, and running faster than the eye could follow. Even as pups, their strength rivaled that of seasoned warriors. The Kingdom of Rosewood had never seen such a generation.
Among them, however, one stood apart.
Zira, daughter of Alpha Damien and Luna Celeste of the Blood Moon Pack — the most powerful warriors in the kingdom — bore no trace of silver in her midnight hair. Yet, from the moment she opened her eyes, her presence unsettled even the boldest hearts.
Three days after her birth, Luna Celeste noticed something strange. When Zira's tiny hand grasped her mother's finger, the strength behind that innocent touch was unlike anything she had ever felt.
It was gentle, unintentional — but powerful enough that, had Celeste not being Luna with immense power, her bones might have shattered.
Celeste's heart filled with both wonder and fear. That night, she called her mate, Alpha Damien, into their chamber.
"She's strong… too strong," Celeste whispered, rocking the infant in her arms. "If anyone learns of this, they'll fear her. Or worse… they'll try to take her."
Damien's eyes darkened as he looked at his daughter. "Then we make sure no one ever finds out," he said. "Until we know what she truly is, her strength must remain hidden."
From that day, the Alpha and Luna worked quietly to suppress Zira's power. They cloaked her in spells drawn from ancient warrior runes, ones meant to muffle divine energy. Only a faint pulse of it remained, buried deep within her.
To the world, Zira would appear ordinary — a child of high birth, yet no different from the other blessed pups of the Blood Moon.
But power that great cannot stay buried forever.
And in the shadows, fate watched patiently, waiting for the day the seal would break.
But even as the Alpha and Luna tried to keep their daughter's powers hidden, dark forces stirred beyond the borders of the Wol Kingdom.
Rumors of the chosen child had spread beyond the royal walls — whispered by spies, carried by the wind, and twisted by those who served the shadows. They sought the child of prophecy: some to use her power, others to destroy it before it could awaken.
Meanwhile, the children of the Blood Moon continued to grow — and with each passing year, their gifts strengthened. They trained daily, learning to control their speed, strength, and senses. Their silver-streaked hair gleamed brighter under the moonlight, marking their divine link to the goddess.
And among them was Zira — the girl with hair as black as midnight and eyes that shimmered like the stars. She moved with a grace that both mesmerized and unsettled those around her. Though her hair bore no silver, there was something about her presence — calm yet commanding — that made others instinctively look to her.
By the age of five, her powers had grown dangerously strong. Six out of ten times, they slipped free of her control — bending the air around her, making the ground hum with energy. Her father could feel the pressure in the air when it happened, and even he, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, felt the raw force behind it.
It was terrifying.
Once again, fear gripped Damien and Celeste. They knew what would happen if others discovered the truth — the kingdom would never let such power go unclaimed. So they sealed her energy once more, using the ancient runes of the first Alpha line.
But deep down, they both understood something that silence could no longer hide.
"She can't stay untrained," Damien murmured one night as they watched Zira sleep, her small hand glowing faintly under the moonlight. "If those forces come for her… she must be able to fight."
Celeste nodded, her voice trembling. "Then we teach her — not as the chosen, but as our daughter. She must learn to protect herself… and those she loves."
And so, beneath the watchful eyes of the moon, the Alpha and Luna of the Blood Moon Pack began to secretly train their only child — unaware that with each lesson, each spark of power she learned to control, the prophecy crept closer to fulfillment.
When Zira turned seven, the Blood Moon Pack rejoiced — their Luna, Celeste, was expecting once more. The entire kingdom celebrated, for another heir would soon join the strongest warrior pack in all of Rosewood.
Months later, on a calm night when the moon shone soft and silver, Hazel was born. Her tiny cries filled the room like music, and when her eyes opened, they were the color of the deep sea — endless, beautiful, and bright with life.
Like her sister, Hazel's hair was dark as the night sky, sprinkled with faint star-like glimmers under the light. Neither child resembled their parents — no trace of Damien's dark bronze hair or Celeste's silver waves. The resemblance between the two sisters was uncanny, as if they were reflections of each other made by the Moon Goddess herself.
From the moment Zira laid eyes on her baby sister, something deep inside her stirred — a feeling fierce and protective. Hazel's tiny hand reached up, brushing Zira's cheek, and when their eyes met, Hazel smiled, dimples deepening on her round little face.
Zira was instantly smitten.
From that day, the two were inseparable. Hazel refused to be held by anyone except Zira. If anyone else tried — even Celeste or Damien — she would cry until Zira took her back into her arms. Only then would she quiet, curling against her sister's chest like she belonged there.
Zira didn't mind. She adored her little sister — her laughter, her warmth, the way she cooed when Zira sang her lullabies after training with their father.
Even as a child, Zira was different — calm, observant, and wise beyond her years. She seemed to understand the world in ways others her age could not. Where other pups played carelessly, Zira watched, listened, and learned. There was something mature in her gaze, something both gentle and ancient.
To everyone, she was simply a gifted child of the Blood Moon Pack — strong, graceful, and kind. But to Hazel, she was the entire world.
And to Zira… Hazel was the light she didn't know she needed — the one thing that made the weight of destiny a little easier to bear.