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

A disorienting warmth washed over them as the vortex spat them out. Eleanor blinked, the world solidifying around her. Cobblestone streets, gaslights flickering in the twilight, the familiar scent of baking bread and horse manure, it was their world, yet different. An unsettling stillness hung in the air. No laughter, no shouts, no clatter of hooves. It was like a painting, beautifully detailed but devoid of life.

"What just happened," Abigael muttered, her voice laced with unease. "Are we in the Monolith already?"

Jacob ran a hand through his hair, his face etched with worry. "Where are we? Where's everyone?"

Just then, a woman with a worn shawl and tired eyes emerged from a building, her head hung low. She mumbled a greeting to herself and shuffled down the street, her movements eerily repetitive.

"Look at her," Jacob whispered, his voice barely a rasp. "She doesn't see us."

Fractured Memories