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Claraford

Claraford's Book(1)

THE YOUNG HAUNTED ALPHA

THE YOUNG HAUNTED ALPHA

Adventure
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THE CURSE OF SILVER BOWL The full moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the dense forest of Silverhowl. It was a place steeped in legend, where whispered tales spoke of an ancient curse that plagued its land. Deep within this forest, a hidden village called Duskwood lay shrouded in shadows. The village was home to a pack of werewolves, ruled by their alpha, a young and fierce leader named Alaric. Alaric Silverhowl was not just any alpha; he was a man of strength, power, and a haunted past. His lineage traced back to the first werewolves, and his blood carried the weight of a centuries-old curse that no one dared to speak of openly. The curse was simple yet devastating: any alpha of Silverhowl would be tormented by the spirits of those who had died unjustly under their rule. It was said that these spirits were drawn to the strength of an alpha, seeking vengeance for their wrongful deaths. Alaric had ascended to the role of alpha unexpectedly. His father, the previous leader, had been killed in a mysterious accident that no one could explain. Since then, the pack had looked to Alaric for guidance. He led them with a firm hand, his eyes always scanning the forest as if expecting something lurking just beyond the trees. On this particular night, the air was filled with a strange chill, and Alaric could feel the unease creeping into his bones. He stood alone at the edge of the forest, staring into the dark abyss. The whispers had started again-the faint voices calling his name, like the soft rustling of leaves. He knew what they were: the voices of the cursed spirits, those he could never escape. As the moonlight filtered through the trees, he saw