In the mystical realm of Lunaria,the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over boundary that surrounded the Moonclaw Pack’s territory. The thick canopy of trees swayed in the wind, and the distant howls of wolves echoed in the night air. At the heart of the forest, tucked deep within the safety of its towering trees, lay the village of the Moonclaw Pack—a sprawling settlement of log cabins, connected by winding dirt paths, glowing lanterns hanging from posts to light the way. The pack was alive with activity as preparations for the Festival of Transformation were well underway. It was a festival of great importance, the night when the daughters of the Alpha would face their destiny.
A solitary figure moved past the boundaries of the territory of the Moonclaw pack and moving into the dense forest to hunt, her long, white hair gleaming in the moonlight like the snow-covered peaks of distant mountains. Her name was Seraphine, and she was an enigma within the pack. Born with a head of snow-white hair and eyes that shone like molten silver, she was unlike any other wolf in the Moonclaw Pack. Her appearance alone had set her apart from the moment of her birth, and the rumors had only grown more vicious with time. The pack always whispered behind her back, calling her cursed, a bad omen. They avoided her, turned their backs on her, and treated her as though she didn’t exist. It wasn’t just her appearance that had made her an outcast. Seraphine had given birth to triplets, three beautiful children who had the same features like her white hair with unknown origins. No one in the pack knew who their father was. Seraphine had never spoken of him, and the circumstances of their conception were shrouded in mystery. Some said she had consorted with a dark spirit or a demon; others believed she had been cursed by the gods. The truth was, Seraphine kept the secret locked within her heart, knowing that no matter what she said, the pack would never accept her or her children. Her triplets—two boys and a girl—were just as unusual as their mother. Each child had inherited their mother’s stark white hair and piercing silver eyes, and though they were still young, the pack treated them with the same suspicion and disdain that they showed Seraphine. The children, aware of the cruelty directed their way, played in the shadows of the village, always under their mother’s watchful eye. But tonight, Seraphine felt a heaviness in her chest, a foreboding sense that something was about to happen. while out hunting for food, she is ambushed by rogues(lone wolves), their snarling jaws and flashing teeth leaving her badly wounded as she eagerly escapes. Upon reaching the boundary of her pack with her last breath, blood trickles down from her forehead as the world blurs. She can barely hear the footsteps approaching her, the concerned murmurs of pack members—those who had once ignored her, now crowding around. "It's seraphine! Someone get the pack healer" "Look at her..... even now she brings misfortune upon herself" whispered another pack member. Seraphine whispered a prayer for her children safety before succumbing to her injuries and slipping away into the darkness. **In another time, another world…** In the modern world, far from the ancient traditions of the Moonclaw Pack, a woman known only as Kira prowled the dark streets of a city that never slept. Kira was not her real name, but it was the only one she needed. She was an assassin, a master of the shadows, feared by those who knew of her and unseen by those who didn’t. Her skills were legendary, her ability to move without a trace, to eliminate targets with precision and cold efficiency, made her one of the most sought-after assassins in the underworld. The dark streets of the city are slick with rain. Kira leans against a crumbling brick wall in a narrow alley, clutching her side where blood pours from a fresh wound. She breathes heavily, her movements slow and deliberate. The sound of distant sirens echoes through the alley, but they are far too late. “They got me… Damn fools… How did it all go so wrong?” She mutters to herself. She slides down the wall, her vision dimming as blood pools beneath her. Her hand trembles as she lifts it to the sky, staring up at the moon, full and glowing faintly between the skyscrapers. “The moon… Funny how it’s always there, watching.”kira smiles despite her miserable state. Her breath becomes shallow, her body growing cold. She closes her eyes, her mind fading. “I wonder… will I be lucky… or cursed… when I leave this world?” She whispered As her vision darkens, she feels an inexplicable pull, a force tugging at her soul. Her body, lifeless, remains in the alley—but her essence drifts, drawn toward the light of the moon. **Back to the Mystical realm of Lunaria…** When Seraphine awakened, she was no longer the same. Or rather, she was—and wasn’t. A new consciousness, a new soul, had taken residence in her body. Kira, the assassin from the 21st century, had been reborn in Seraphine’s form. But with her came all the memories of her past life—the skills, the instincts, the knowledge of the modern world. Kira woke to the sound of rustling leaves outside her window. Her head pounded from the injury. Kira (to herself) "What happened? Why do I feel so weak?" "Where is the place" she looks around in confusion. [The door creaked open, and a figure entered.] The figure approached her saying "Seraphine, you should rest. The Festival is tonight." "Who are you?" "I'm Elara, the pack's healer. I've brought you medicine." Elara looked at her pitfully "take the medicine and you will be fine, your children are outside the door waiting for you" Kira looks in confusion as the old woman walks out " Children?" Just as she was wondering she felt a sharp pain in her head as the memories and experiences of Seraphine merges with her own. Kira suddenly regained consciousness again as she tried to process the information she just got. This was when realization dawned upon her that she has transmigrated into another world. "Jeez I can't believe I transmigrated to another world. I thought this only exist in fairy tales" Overwhelmed by the situation she found herself in she stares into blank space before she is distracted by the door opening.Overwhelmed by the situation, she barely had time to process when the door creaked open, and three small figures approached."Mama?" a little girl’s voice called out, full of concern.Kira looked down at the children—two boys and a girl, all with white hair and silver eyes. The love Seraphine had for them welled up within her, merging with Kira’s growing protectiveness."I’m fine, sweethearts," she whispered, pulling them close. "Mama’s just been... tired."The children snuggled against her, and in that moment, Kira felt a fierce determination. She was no longer Kira the assassin, but Seraphine, a mother, protector, and guardian of her children. And no matter what, she would keep them safe.With newfound resolve, Seraphine got up to make them breakfast, preparing a simple meal from the little they had. The children ate happily, their trust in her filling her with purpose.“You’re safe,” Seraphine whispered as she embraced them. “I’ll take care of everything. I promise.”As the childre
The cheers for Alyssa began to fade as the Alpha descended from the podium, his face impassive, betraying no emotion. As he neared Seraphine, his eyes flicked toward her—just for a moment, cold and devoid of warmth. To him, she was nothing more than a stranger.The Alpha’s mind wandered back to the day Seraphine was born, the same day her mother had died. He remembered standing outside the room, hearing his beloved take her last breath. When Seraphine, the crying newborn, was placed in his arms, he had felt nothing but emptiness.“This child,” he had thought bitterly, “took her life.”Since that moment, he had distanced himself from Seraphine, unable to love the daughter who had brought him so much pain. Over the years, his indifference only deepened, and now, as he passed her, he felt nothing.He turned away from her without a word, his focus once again on Alyssa, the pack’s favored daughter. As he returned to his seat, the pack’s anticipation shifted to the elder who stepped forward
The night outside suddenly brightened. The moon’s light, once soft and subtle, intensified, flooding the room with a radiant, silver glow. The torches flickered and dimmed until the moonlight was the only source of illumination. The crowd fell silent, confusion spreading like wildfire. Eyes darted toward Alyssa, expecting something else, something grand. But it wasn’t Alyssa the moonlight enveloped. It was Seraphine. A collective gasp rippled through the hall as the silvery light gathered around Seraphine, wrapping her in an otherworldly glow. She felt the warmth of the moon's power settle over her, like an old friend returning home. The light pulsed, alive, powerful, almost as if it had been waiting for this very moment. "What’s happening?" someone whispered. The elders exchanged uneasy glances. "The prophecy was fulfilled with Alyssa..." one of them murmured, uncertainty seeping into his voice. But the light did not falter. It only grew stronger, swirling around Seraphine until
Jake’s heart felt as though it were being crushed under the weight of his regret. He watched as Seraphine, now fully transformed into her magnificent wolf form, stood radiating power and grace. The moon symbol on her forehead shone brightly, a clear mark of her connection to the Moon Goddess. The pack was captivated by her presence, their admiration palpable.His thoughts spiraled as he recalled the moments he had turned his back on her. He remembered her hopeful eyes when they were together, the way she had looked at him with trust and love. He had dismissed her dreams, her strength, and now he could see that he had been blind.“Jake, you look sick,” a nearby pack member observed, glancing at him with concern mixed with curiosity. “Are you okay?”Jake barely nodded, his eyes glued to Seraphine. “I’m fine,” he lied, though his heart felt heavy in his chest. “Just... reflecting on my mistakes.”“You mean your huge mistake?” the pack member shot back, their tone sharp. “You thought Alys