Episode 1

Many years ago, in a village isolated by an imposing stone wall, erected as a shield against the unknown, lived a community marked by a dark past. This wall was not just a physical structure; it was the symbol of a deep division between ordinary men and the feared werewolves, a division created after a devastating battle that resulted in the death of many and left scars that spanned generations.

It was in this context of tension and distrust that an extraordinary child was born, Freya, the result of a forbidden love between Althea, a she-wolf of ethereal beauty and indomitable spirit, and Elias, an ordinary man with a pure heart. From the moment of her birth, Freya carried the weight of this secret, a legacy that made her unique in a world that did not accept the fusion between humans and supernatural beings.

Inside the cozy cabin, lit only by the soft light of the flames dancing in the fireplace, Freya snuggled up next to her mother, Althea. The crackling of the wood created a peaceful symphony, while the aroma of burning pine enveloped the environment. It was a special night, and Althea, with her melodious voice, told her daughter a story that seemed to pulsate with the strength of ancient traditions, the great prophecy.

"“When the moon shines like a silver beacon, an alpha wolf with black fur will emerge, fearless and strong, whose courage will challenge the darkness. By his side, an Alpha with white fur will bring the light of hope."

Together, under the cloak of night, they will seal a sacred pact. With their love, they will unite the worlds of ordinary men and wolves, bringing harmony where there was discord and weaving a tapestry of peace that will echo for all eternity.”

After a moment of silence, Freya, feeling the strength of the connection between them, turned to her mother with an expression of curiosity and hope.

"Mom, am I like you?" she asked, the innocence of her words contrasting with the depth of the ancestry that pulsed through her veins.

Althea smiled, wrapping her daughter in a tight hug.

"Yes, my dear. You are part of both worlds. You carry within you the strength of the she-wolf and the courage of man. You are a symbol of union, and your destiny will be as great as the prophecy we have just told."

The serene atmosphere of the cabin was abruptly interrupted when the door suddenly opened, revealing Elias, who entered in a state of visible panic. His face was pale, and his wide eyes reflected a terror that made Freya's heart race.

"You have to run, now! he exclaimed, his voice trembling, leaving Althea and Freya scared and unsure how to react."

Althea, who until then had been focused on the safety of her family, quickly grabbed Freya's arm, her maternal instincts kicking in. She looked at Elias, seeking to understand the gravity of the situation.

"Come with us!" she said, determination mingling with the urgency in her voice.

"I will distract them, Elias spoke, his breath heavy as he tried to remain calm. He knew that danger was approaching and that he needed to act fast."

Althea looked at him, a deep sadness showing in her eyes. She approached, and in a gesture charged with emotion, kissed him one last time, a brief peck, but full of meaning. — I love you! she whispered, her voice almost lost in the intensity of the moment.

The two said goodbye, knowing that this could be their last moment together. Elias, with a resolute expression, turned and waited at the door, ready to face the men of his village.

Althea, holding Freya's hand firmly, led her daughter into the forest.

They ran among the trees, the sound of their feet treading on the leaf-covered ground echoing in the silent night. The full moon above them illuminated the path, as if guiding them in their desperate escape.

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Twelve years had passed since that fateful night, marked by the hasty escape and the separation that shaped Freya's destiny. Now, at the age of 18, she had become a beautiful young woman, with long, wavy hair that reflected the sunlight like strands of gold, and deep, clear eyes that seemed to capture the essence of the forest around her.

Freya

Freya lived in a small shelter built among the tall, majestic trees, far from ordinary men and wolves. The forest was her home, a place that welcomed and protected her, but also isolated her from the world she had once known. Since her mother's death, a few years after the escape, the young woman had learned to become self-sufficient. Althea, in her final days, had taught her the arts of survival: how to grow herbs and plants, how to hunt and fish, and, above all, how to listen to the voice of the forest.

Despite her desire to connect with her mother's legacy, Freya never transformed into a wolf. The ability that should have been a part of her remained dormant, a distant memory of a world that seemed increasingly unreal.

In her moments of solitude, Freya used to wander through the forest, observing the life around her. She had become a part of the ecosystem, respected by the animals and plants she knew so well. The trees were her friends, and the wind blowing through the leaves whispered secrets to her.

Far away, in the territory of the werewolves, the pack lived in harmony with nature. The morning sun filtered through the trees, creating a pattern of light and shadow on the leaf-covered ground. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and conversation among the pack members, who gathered to feed before beginning their daily activities.

"Althea was the most beautiful woman I've ever met" said Lucky, a respected figure among the werewolves and one of the strongest betas in the pack. His eyes sparkled with nostalgia as he spoke of Freya's mother. "She was strong, fearless, and had a heart that cared about all of us."

"And what happened to her, Uncle?" "asked Orion, the pack alpha, a strong and imposing man."

Orion

"To this day, we don't know" Lucky replied, a look of sadness crossing his face. "Some say she died in the woods, others say she went to live with the ordinary men, far away from us. The truth is that we could never be sure."

He sighed, looking at the horizon as if expecting to see Althea emerge from the shadows of the past.

"Well, I'm not going to waste the Alpha's time with sad stories" Lucky said, trying to change the tone of the conversation. A slight smile formed on his lips; he always preferred to focus on happy memories.

"I will always have time for your stories, Uncle!" exclaimed Orion, his voice full of affection and respect.

"Maybe it's time to find a Luna for you, Orion!" suggested Lucky, winking at his nephew, who was both his pupil and a son to him.

"Maybe I'll find the white she-wolf of the prophecies..." Orion said, letting out a relaxed laugh, but deep down, there was a thread of curiosity and hope in his words. He had always heard the stories about the ancient prophecy.

As the laughter echoed through the camp, a new day began, and with it, the promise that the pack's bonds would grow even stronger, even in the face of whatever uncertainties the future might hold.

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