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Intro. Darcy Moonveil was born beneath a silver eclipse, the stars whispering his name before he’d ever drawn breath. As a son of the Moonveil bloodline—a lineage etched into legend for birthing only the fiercest Alphas—greatness was expected of him from the moment his golden eyes first opened. But where his kin bore sharp fangs and louder howls, Darcy carried quiet thoughts and a heart too tender for war cries. His silence was seen as weakness, his gentleness mistaken for flaw. He moved like mist between shadows, unspoken and unnoticed, his strength buried beneath layers of doubt—layers not his own, but shaped by the cold stares and harsher words of family who saw him as less. Though blood of Alphas ran through his veins, Darcy felt more like a ghost in his own den—craving not dominance or power, but something softer. Something warmer. He longed for connection, for someone who saw the courage it took to be kind in a world that only respected claws.

Darcy Moonviel

@Salem