The Last Moon of Eldervale
Alden, a teenage boy from the quiet village of Greywood, watches his life collapse in a single night when a massive werewolf army attacks without warning. His girlfriend Mara is slaughtered before his eyes, and his knight-father dies defending the village. By dawn, Greywood is gone, and Alden is the only surviving member of his family.
Broken and desperate, he joins a band of knights fleeing to the capital to seek help. Among them is Rowan Vale, a legendary warrior whose strength becomes Alden’s only anchor. But their journey turns into a nightmare.
Seeking shelter, the survivors reach a nearby village only to discover it trades human captives to the wolves in exchange for safety. A bloody battle follows, leaving only Alden and Rowan alive. Rowan is gravely wounded and sacrifices himself to buy Alden time to escape.
When Alden reaches the capital, he finds it already overtaken by the curse. The king has allied with the Wolf King, planning to transform the entire kingdom into wolves he can control. Alden attacks the king, but the wolves capture him.
In a dungeon, Alden finds Rowan still alive but tortured. The Wolf King forces Alden to choose: join the wolves, or watch Rowan die. Alden resists until Rowan screams in agony and finally breaks. He agrees to transform.
A monstrous new power awakens in Alden. He becomes a werewolf stronger than any before him. He breaks his chains and destroys the cursed capital.
At dawn, Alden returns to the ruins of Greywood, places the Wolf King’s head on the altar, and ends his own life to break the curse forever.
His story becomes legendary tale of a boy forged into a monster by grief, and redeemed by the choice to end the darkness himself.
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Chapter: Chapter 8 : WarningsAlden’s POVThe stream wasn’t far Thomas said as much but my legs were trembling long before we reached it.Branches scraped my arms as we walked, and the sound of rushing water slowly grew louder through the underbrush. Thomas moved with easy confidence, stepping over roots, ducking under low limbs. I followed, clutching the empty water skins, trying to keep my breath steady.The sun hung low through the trees, turning the leaves amber and gold. Evening was coming fast.“We’ll return before dark,” Thomas said, glancing back at me. “Rowan doesn’t like being out after sundown. Not in these woods.”“I don’t either,” I admitted.He chuckled. “Smart boy.”We reached the stream a thin, cold ribbon cutting through mossy stones. I knelt beside it, cupping water in my hands to splash over my face. The relief was instant, like cool glass sliding down my skin.Thomas filled the water skins. “You did good today,” he said casually. “Fallon will never admit it, but you outsmarted him on that ridge
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Chapter 7: Through the wildAlden’s POV the time the sun dropped low and the shadows stretched long over the forest floor, my legs felt like they were made of stone wrapped in burning nettles. Every step was a battle. Every breath scraped through my ribs like a blade.But I kept walking.The Knights rode ahead, their horses moving in an easy rhythm that I envied. My own feet tripped and stumbled over roots and rocks, but I didn’t stop not even when my vision wavered at the edges.Rowan didn’t look back often, but when he did… it was to check if I was still upright.And I always made sure I was.The trail narrowed again, winding between leaning trees and clusters of thornbrush that snagged my clothes. The air was colder now, the light dimmer. I pulled my cloak—my father’s old cloak tighter around me and kept my head down.Fallon’s voice cut through the silence like a hammer.“Rowan! We need to check the map again. This turn doesn’t look right.”Rowan slowed his horse, pulling slightly ahead. Fallon dismounted wi
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Chapter: Chapter 6 : The boy who wouldn’t break Rowan’s POVThe forest swallowed sound the deeper we rode.Pine shadows stretched long across the trail as the morning light thinned into something cold and silver. My horse’s hooves thudded softly on the packed soil, the rhythm familiar, steady yet my mind was anything but.Behind me, Alden walked.Walked.Bruised, limping, stubborn as a damn mule… and still trailing us with his jaw clenched and his shoulders squared like he thought sheer will could hold him together.Hoseman’s cut still marked his arm. A small wound, shallow and already drying, but it had changed something among the Knights. They weren’t saying it out loud not yet but they were watching the boy differently now.Not with respect.Not with trust.But with a wary curiosity.Like they were trying to decide whether he was a future soldier……or a future corpse.I kept my eyes forward.The trail dipped between two ridges, the air growing colder, sharper. Clouds thickened overhead. Even the trees seemed to lean away from th
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Chapter: Chapter 5 : The Boy who wouldn't turn backAlden’s POVThe Knights left Greywood at dawn.Their horses thundered across the charred village road, hooves kicking up dust and ash. Rowan led the column, riding a tall black stallion whose mane flicked like dark fire in the wind. The other Knights followed close behind, armored and silent, their cloaks trailing behind them.I watched them from the shadow of a half-collapsed shed the last standing corner of my home. The cold morning air bit at my skin, but the ache in my chest burned hotter than any frost.Rowan had made it clear he didn’t want me.He had called me weak.A burden.Unfit.But I couldn’t stay in Greywood. Not with the graves so fresh. Not with the memories smoldering like dying coals.Not alone.So when the Knights rode toward the forest trail that cut east through the hills, I tightened the strap of my small pack, stepped out quietly, and followed.Not on horseback I didn’t have one.On foot.I knew the forest better than any outsider. I knew the hidden animal paths
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Chapter: Chapter 4 : Knights of the FallenRowan’s POV The smoke stung my eyes as I guided my Pegasus through the charred remains of Greywood. The scent of burned wood, blood, and death clung to the air like a suffocating blanket. From the sky, the village looked like a wound upon the earth, blackened and smoldering. Even with the wind beneath my wings, my stomach turned. The Red Moon had passed, but its mark lingered. I landed carefully on the outskirts, hooves of my steed kicking up ash, the ground cracked and uneven from the fire. Eleven of us in formation my Knights and I dismounted, the leather and steel of our armor heavy on muscles honed for war. I drew a deep breath. Silence followed us, except for the occasional crackle of dying flames and the soft moans of the wind through ruined timber. The priest and an elderly baron who had been overseeing Greywood approached hesitantly, their faces etched with grief. Behind them, a boy knelt near a grave, shaking, exhausted, and hollow-eyed. I recognized him immediately as the
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
Chapter: Chapter 3 : Aftermath of the Red MoonAlden’s POV Pain dragged me awake before sound did. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed at the side of my skull slow, stubborn, and angry. At first I didn’t know where I was. The world came to me in fragments: the sharp scent of smoke, the gritty feel of dust on my tongue, the cold bite of morning air brushing my skin. Then came the sound that finally finished pulling me out of the darkness. A crow cawed somewhere above me shrill, loud, and painfully alive in the midst of so much death. My eyes snapped open. For a moment, the world tilted. The sky swam overhead, pale morning blue smeared by lingering smoke. It took a few seconds before shapes came into focus. Trees. Ruins. A burned fence post leaning at a slant. And bodies. Dozens of them. The memories struck next. Hard. Vicious. Like blows to the chest. Mara. My family. The wolves. The red moon. My breath hitched in my throat, and I sat up so fast I nearly passed out again. A sharp sting shot through my head, but I ignored it
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