They say the Moon does not weep.That she is cold and distant, cradling the stars in silence while the world below burns and bleeds without her care.
But those who believe that have never heard her howl.
When the Moon howls, the forests remember.The seas rise. The bones of the earth tremble.And something ancient stirs in every creature that's ever loved, ever lost, ever knelt beneath her light and begged for mercy.
She is no passive goddess.She watches—yes—but not without care.She watches like a mother who cannot interfere.Like a lover who has been left behind.Like a goddess who knows that to love something is to let it choose you back.
Long before the first packs rose from snow and shadow, before wolves made kingdoms of blood and teeth, she chose her champions.She did not crown them.She touched them.
With silver thread and silent vows, she bound them to each other, to destiny, to her. And then she scattered them across time like dandelion seeds on a dying breath.
Some found each other.Most did not.
But she watches them still—from the hollows of dreams, from behind the veil of moonlight, from the space between lifetimes—and when one of them howls, she hears it.
This is the story of Alaric Draugrson, born of a shattered House, cursed to wander across lifetimes, unable to die, unable to remember what he's lost.
And of Isolde Silvanne, healer of the wildwood, daughter of no one, yet last of a line so old it was written in fire. She bears no crown, yet prophecy bends around her like wind through trees.
They were not meant to meet.
But fate does not care for permission.
And the Moon—She is waiting. Watching. And when she howls again, it will not be for mercy. It will be for them.
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📘 Book One: The Cursed Mate
In a forest haunted by old magic, Isolde Silvanne saves a wounded wolf—unaware he is Alaric Draugrson, an exiled prince cursed with immortality and forgotten lifetimes. Their bond reawakens a soul-deep connection buried by centuries—and with it, a forgotten rot begins to stir beneath the roots of the kingdom.
As they grow closer, signs of the Withering emerge—wolves caught mid-shift, magic warping, dreams turning dark. Isolde discovers she is the last living heir of the Silvanne line, once guardians of an ancient grove now corrupted and hollow. Her blood is both the key to healing it… and the reason it's awakening.
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📘 Book Two: The Silver Forest
On the run from hunters, prophecy, and their own unraveling bond, Isolde and Alaric seek out the Silver Forest—a mythical place where fate thins and truth can be seen. The deeper they go, the more they remember. Alaric's past lives. Isolde's buried ancestry. A betrayal that poisoned the grove generations ago.
But they are not alone. The Withering has learned to mimic life, sending creatures made from dead wolves and forgotten magic to find her. And in the Silver Forest, where time unravels, something stirs that remembers what the Silvannes tried to bury.
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📘 Book Three: Blood of the Moon Bride
Wolves whisper of a blood-heir returned. Rivals emerge. As Isolde's name spreads, another claim is placed upon her—one tied to an old blood pact that threatens both her autonomy and her connection to Alaric.
At the same time, the Withering evolves, learning to twist Isolde's healing magic into something deadly. Her gifts begin to spiral out of control, and Alaric's memories of past lifetimes grow sharper—revealing that he's lost her before. Every time. And each death fed the grove.
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📘 Book Four: The Alpha and the Oracle
A divine reckoning begins.
Wolves across the continent begin to lose their Sight. Prophets go blind. Packs splinter. And in the dark corners of the forest, the Withering begins to whisper through the mouths of the dead.
Isolde and Alaric follow signs to the ruins of the First Grove, where she must face the full truth of her lineage: an ancestor who tried to raise the grove into a god, binding blood and root in a failed ascension ritual.
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📘 Book Five: Vows of Fire and Frost
Winter arrives, and with it, silence.
Isolde's magic falters. Alaric wanders the border between life and death, no longer fully himself. Their bond strains under the weight of prophecy. The gods offer them one final choice: to forget what they are to each other—or to burn together in an act that might save the land but doom their hearts.
As ancient wolves rise to reclaim the bloodline's power, the Withering adapts, infecting living wolves with false memories and hunger. The line between soul and soil blurs.
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📘 Book Six: The Hollow Court
The Moon wanes. Magic frays. The last strongholds of wolfkind begin to fall.
Isolde steps into the remnants of the old High Court to make her final stand. She becomes a legend, the last Moonbound Warden. Alaric is gone—vanished into myth, lost beyond the veil.
The Hollow Court awakens with her presence. It offers her a bargain: give the land her soul, and it will be reborn.
She almost agrees.
Until she hears a voice in the wind—familiar, broken, alive. Alaric.
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So remember this, dear reader, the gods may write the stars—but it is wolves who choose who they love...
...And some love stories howl across lifetimes.