Serena Blythewood

Seph was once the Holy Maiden of the Crescent Moon Tribe, born with the power to calm frenzied wolves. But during a lunar eclipse on the borderlands, she lost control, causing her clansmen to descend into madness and nearly wiping out the entire tribe. Branded a "Harbinger of Doom," she was forced to leap off a cliff to survive—and the world believed her dead. Five years later, as the eclipse returned, Leo, her former guardian and now the feared "Eclipse Warlord," led his army to purge the wolf realm of the "Harbinger's remnants." The cold and merciless new lord of the Sacred Clan swore to eradicate all traitors, unaware that the one chosen by the Moon Goddess as the "Savior" was the very woman he had once cast into exile.

Exile's Echo

Iron Hollow was a place spoken of in whispers—half myth, half threat.


Craggy cliffs surrounded the outlaw haven, its gates made of salvaged bones and war banners. Rogues, healers, deserters, even former priestesses milled through the narrow paths—some in rags, others armored in pride. No one bowed. No one asked questions.


Here, loyalty was coin. And coin was survival.


Seph’s eyes scanned the broken towers. “Feels like home.”


Leo smirked. “That’s the most disturbing thing you’ve said all day.”


“You didn’t grow up under temple ceilings.”


A large wolf with a jagged scar across one eye stepped in front of them, arms crossed.


“No banners,” he barked. “No priesthood filth. You want shelter, pay blood or truth.”


Leo dismounted. “We’re here to see the archivist.”


The wolf raised an eyebrow. “Name?”


Chapter 8 – Hidden Moon Scars