The Midnight Moon

A cursed infant, wolf pac, an ancient prophecy, an unforgettable adventure

Ferhia was completely ignorant of both her past and her parentage. She lived with the Pack for almost fourteen years, but she was aware that something was being withheld from them by the wolves.

The baby woke up with her deep blue eyes gazing up at the white and foggy sky while standing next to the roaring river and in the silver glare of the dim moonlight. A group of wolves were watching the newborn baby not far from her, and a boy little older than five was sitting on top of the Alpha of the Pack.

It nodded and slowly moved its pretty large head up and down as he murmured something to the other wolves while keeping his eyes on her. It quickly descended onto the infant as it awoke, softly grabbing the tunic with its teeth before turning to return to the pack and leaving the riverside.