Prologue
The moon was never meant to witness what happened that night.
Some secrets should have remained buried.
Some names should have never been spoken.
And some hearts should have never found each other.
Yet they did.
Years later, the elders would call it fate.
The witches would call it a curse.
The wolves would call it a tragedy.
But none of them were there when it began.
None of them heard the scream that echoed through the bond.
None of them saw the first crack.
Because every disaster starts quietly.
Like a heartbeat.
Like a whisper.
Like a promise that sounds harmless until it ruins everything.
The strange thing about destiny is that it never asks for permission.
It enters your life uninvited.
It takes what it wants.
And when it leaves—
it never returns what it stole.
Somewhere beneath the same moon, a crown was waiting.
A secret was sleeping.
And a scar was still bleeding.
No one knew it yet.
Not the wolves.
Not the kings.
Not the monsters hiding behind beautiful smiles.
But the moon knew.
It had always known.
And on the night everything finally unraveled...
Even the stars looked away.
