Morbius_King

Eleanor Lockwood, a woman who fled her family's werewolf legacy, finds herself thrust back into the world she desperately tried to escape. A brutal ritual names her the Alpha of the Lockwood pack, a role she never wanted. As she grapples with her newfound power and the responsibility it entails, a rebellion simmers within the pack. Agatha, a powerful Lockwood matriarch, fuels dissent, convinced the ritual was corrupted and that Eleanor is unfit to lead.

Haunted by a vision of her past – a man with her mother – Eleanor delves into the secrets of her lineage, uncovering a possible connection to a different, stronger bloodline within the Lockwoods. Meanwhile, she must prove her leadership through cunning strategy and displays of strength, both physical and mental. The trial by combat against Jacob, the black sheep, looms, but a greater threat may be lurking on the horizon.

Will Eleanor embrace her destiny and unite the fractured pack? Can she forge a new path for the Lockwoods, one that bridges the gap between human and wolf? Or will the weight of the past and the rebellion within tear the pack apart, leaving them vulnerable to unforeseen dangers?

Blood Moon — Tale of the Lycan Wolves

Suddenly, the man stopped his hand instinctively reaching towards the gun holstered on his hip. He tilted his head, seemingly listening to something they couldn't hear. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he removed his hat, revealing a head of hair the color of moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence.

Eleanor gasped, a mixture of awe and fear gripping her heart. It wasn't a human face beneath the hat. It was the face of a fox, noble and intelligent, with eyes that glowed like molten gold. The Nightingale Fox, in all its magnificent glory, had revealed itself.

The fox-man, his gaze fixed on the spectral figure, spoke in a voice that resonated with an otherworldly power. It wasn't a human language, but a symphony of wind chimes and rustling leaves, a language that somehow resonated deep within their souls.

Song of the Nightingale Fox