Beyond the Living

his was no ordinary moon, for its light granted power to the wolves, creatures long banished to the forest by fearful humans. Children grew up on terrify

y, Aiden sought only deer and boar. His ten-year-old son, Nicholas, had secretly followed him. Nicholas, along with his sibl

the town square. A faint sound to human ears, but clear as a bell to him. He raced tow

lf – his father! Bound and helpless, Aiden gazed at his son, a silent plea in his eyes. Nicholas longed to intervene, but his fa

her. Aiden made no sound, his eyes fixed on his son. He knew Nicholas ye

cumbed to grief soon after, her life

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ghtered, their blood staining the ground. Werewolves were the obvious suspects, but they had supposedly eradicated all w

of disgruntled villagers at her back. Mr. Hall, a large, imposing man, emerged, his voice deep and

bottle of wine replacing the usual stacks of parchment. "Take

is defiance was precisely what Mr. Hall found appealing. He

ngered on Luna's chest. "My face is up here, not

he design of your

re," Luna replie

cent marriage proposal. Luna had entertained his advances, intr

you, Mr. Hall! I never

ger flaring. For a fleeting moment, his eyes

d, fear gripping her. The magistrate,

una unleashed her elemental powers, a gust of wind throwing the guard off

Mr. Hall's voice dripped with malice, his eyes glowing crimson, his

d through the room. "I'm

revealing the lord, a

esteemed guests," Mr. Hall

ushing to Luna's side. "Luna! Are you al

then narrowed in fury. "Why is she

tion to Luna, stammered, "She's a Ha

er, aiming it at th

rewolf," L

ullets won't harm me." he was surprised

ing the magistrate's leg. He howled in pai

llets shouldn't