Velora_Dawn

Ichorhold Town had formed a contract with the demons which the townspeople agreed to provide a young woman on every blood moon in exchange for the town's safety and prosperity. On this particular blood moon, the young woman was Melva Winchell.

Duke Vance of Nightwind was a werewolf living in the demon kingdom, cursed to always feel cold and ultimately freeze himself to death. Only a special human could bring him warmth with their physical touch and save his life. The human was, once again, Melva Winchell.

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Blood Moon's Contract

"Lacrad? It has been a while since then. Ten years?" muttered Geneva as she reminisced about the war that had taken place in Ethia a decade ago. "What a disaster."


"Disaster? You seemed to be having so much fun destroying my region," spat Vance bitterly.


Geneva raised her hands in defeat. "I only did what I was told. I am only a pawn, Your Grace. I have no power to do what I want. I belong to Blackburn. I do everything that will help Blackburn and its people."


Vance snorted loudly. "Even when you killed a lot of innocent people in the process? You couldn't care less about those lives, right? Because you did not know them."


Alden interjected quickly before the argument could get more heated. "It was a war. It could not be helped. I also killed a lot of people. You must have done the same as well. It was not relevant anymore. What we should do from now on is the most important thing. We have to do what is best for everyone involved."


Changing the Future