"Luna, run! You have to escape!"
"Luna, you are the hope of our clan—you must survive!"
"I love you so much, Luna… no matter what happens, you must fulfill the prophecy!"
Flames devoured the forest.
The once peaceful territory of the werewolves had turned into a battlefield of blood and fire. Screams echoed through the night as shadows moved faster than the eye could follow.
Deep within the chaos, a young girl ran—her breath uneven, her body trembling.
Luna.
Beside her was another child, slightly older, gripping her wrist tightly as they pushed forward through the thick forest.
"Don't stop!" he shouted. "We have to keep moving!"
It was Lucas—her cousin… her best friend… a pure-blooded werewolf.
Unlike him, Luna was different.
She always had been.
The other children had scattered in different directions, each taking their own path in hopes that at least some of them would survive.
But Luna and Lucas stayed together.
They only had each other now.
Behind them, the sound of destruction grew louder.
"The werewolves… we've slaughtered them all," a voice echoed from afar. "But a few of their children managed to escape, my lord."
"Do not let them get away," another voice responded coldly. "One of them… is the chosen one."
"What did you say?! The elders are dead?" a furious voice roared.
"Then find her. Find the child!"
"Do not let the enemy take her," another added. "She is the only key to restoring the freedom we have long desired."
Luna stumbled, her body weakening.
Suddenly… she felt it again.
That strange presence.
A quiet… yet overwhelming force deep within her chest—something ancient, something alive.
She gasped, clutching her heart.
"Luna?" Lucas stopped, turning to her. "What's wrong?!"
"I… I don't know…" she whispered, her voice shaking. "It's happening again…"
For years, the tribe had spoken in hushed voices whenever she was near.
They all knew.
Even if she didn't fully understand it herself.
Luna was not just any child.
She was the one written in the prophecy.
Born from two worlds that were never meant to unite.
Her mother—the daughter of the werewolf chief, heir to the tribe that now lay in ruins.
Her father—a vampire who chose peace… one who fed only on animals, a being rejected by his own kind.
A forbidden existence.
A child of both bloodlines.
A half-breed… destined for something far greater.
The moment news of her existence spread… everything changed.
The rogue vampires saw her as a threat.
If the prophecy came true, their rise to power—their chance to dominate—would disappear.
And so, they chose to act first.
To erase her existence…
Before fate could even begin.
Far behind them, in the depths of the forest, bodies lay scattered across the ground.
Lifeless. Broken. Torn apart.
The fallen werewolves still bore traces of their transformation—fur clinging to their skin, their forms twisted in death.
The massacre was merciless.
A silent testament to the war that refused to end.
Meanwhile, in a neighboring territory, the news spread like wildfire.
The destruction of the werewolf tribe… was the work of rogue vampires.
Panic and anger erupted.
No one had expected the consequences to be this severe.
If only they had not interfered…
If only they had allowed those vampires to rule…
Perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided.
Back in the forest—
Luna and Lucas kept running.
Faster. Deeper. Farther.
Unaware…
That the war between two races had now become a hunt.
And at its center—
Was Luna.
The child of prophecy.
The one who could bring peace…
Or the one who could destroy them all.