The cursed Alpha
Every year, under the silver light of the full moon, the werewolf clans gathered for the sacred **Pairing Ceremony**—a tradition as old as the moon’s pull itself. For one night, instincts guided choices, and bonds were formed, if only temporarily, during the brief season of reproduction. It was a time of connection, of courtship, and for many, of hope. But not for everyone. Legends whispered of the *Red Werewolves*—creatures born under blood moons, their fur marked with crimson and their fates with shadows. The elders said they were cursed by the moon herself, touched by a power too wild, too dangerous. Rare and feared, the red-furred werewolves often lived in solitude, outcasts from their own kind. *Hazmat* was one of them. An *Alpha* by blood and strength, Hazmat stood taller than most, his eyes glowing like embers in the night. His red fur marked him as something other—something unsettling. For years, he had watched the ceremonies from afar, never daring to step forward.
About The cursed Alpha
Every year, under the silver light of the full moon, the werewolf clans gathered for the sacred **Pairing Ceremony**—a tradition as old as the moon’s pull itself. For one night, instincts guided choices, and bonds were formed, if only temporarily, during the brief season of reproduction. It was a time of connection, of courtship, and for many, o...Read more