Prologue......

The night the red string appeared

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The moon hung low, a pale sliver swallowed by racing storm clouds. The wind howled through the ancient forest like a mourning spirit, shaking the skeletal branches. Somewhere deep within the shadows, a lone wolf moved silently — eyes glowing amber, muscles coiled like springs. Centuries ago, he had been a prince among wolves, blessed by the moon goddess herself. But betrayal had poisoned that blessing, twisting it into a curse that chained his soul to torment.

Tonight was different.

A sudden gust tore through the air, carrying a strange warmth. His gaze snapped to a flicker of crimson glowing faintly before him — a thread, thin but unbreakable, shimmering like liquid fire. It stretched out, weaving through the trees, pulling taut toward a distant light — a girl. She stood in the clearing, unaware of the invisible tether binding their fates. Her eyes, wide with confusion, traced the thread as it wound around her wrist, glowing against her pale skin. The wolf’s heart, heavy with centuries of solitude, beat faster — both with dread and an impossible hope.

Because this thread was no ordinary fate. It was a bond that could save him… or doom them both.

Prologue (continued)

Her side of the thread

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I didn’t know why I was standing there, in the middle of the forest, when the rain had just stopped and the air smelled like earth and secrets. My fingers tingled like they’d been touched by electricity, and I kept looking down at my wrist. That’s when I saw it—a faint glow, red and warm, wrapped around me like a whisper. It felt like a thread, thin but real. And even though I couldn’t see where it led, I felt it pulling me somewhere. I wanted to pull away, but my heart didn’t want me to. It felt like that thread was tying me to something… someone. I shivered, but not because of the cold. It was like I was standing on the edge of something huge, something I wasn’t ready to understand.

Then, suddenly—like a lightning strike in my mind—a memory flashed through me. I was a little girl again, sitting by a window during a storm. My mother’s hand in mine, warm and steady. She told me stories about the moon—how it watched over us, how it tied souls together with invisible threads. She said one day, I’d find mine. That I was never really alone.

The memory faded as fast as it came, leaving me breathless and even more confused. But one thing was clear: this red thread wasn’t just a dream. It was real. And it was mine.

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