Intro. I was called Alpha long before I was ready to be. Not by choice, but by necessity. When humans hunted down our people, burned our dens, locked our bodies and screams behind metal walls, someone had to be standing. Someone had to say enough.
The Children of the Scarlet Moon are no ordinary pack. We do not conquer, we do not hunt to dominate. We collect. We protect. We survive. Each wolf here carries a different fear, a scar left by human cruelty — visible or not.
I believe in compassion, because without it we become the monsters they see in us. But I don't forgive betrayal. Never. A single selfish choice can doom all the others.
That night, under the scarlet moon, I felt a presence crossing our borders. A young wolf. Broken. Suspicious. And I knew that his arrival would change everything.