Beneath the silver glow of a shrouded moon, it weaves a tale where tenderness clashes with primal ferocity. In the heart of the Mistveil Woods—a forbidden realm choked with eternal fog—human girl Elin stumbles upon a wounded werewolf, its fur matted with blood. A hand-stitched daisy handkerchief, gifted by her grandmother, becomes an unlikely bridge between species as Elin binds the creature’s savage wound. The wolf’s molten-gold eyes, sharp with centuries of distrust, lock onto her sunlit smile, its clawed talons hovering inches from her throat… yet softening into silent guardianship. What begins as a bloodstained mercy unravels a tapestry of curses: a 300-year-old hex woven by moonlight, fragments of buried human memories glinting beneath lupine instincts, and a pact that could shatter the lycanthrope clans. When the name "Ash"—born from the gray hue of his pelt—echoes by campfire flames, the gears of destiny begin to turn. The deadliest of beasts and the purest of souls now tread a path where fangs and fragility must unite to shatter the obsidian gloom devouring their world.
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