Max's Voice
I'm Max, the White Wolf, leader of the Red Moon Clan and the Blood Moon Group. My purpose burns clear as a winter's night: to protect Hannah, my heart, my family, and the people who've sworn their lives to our cause. I stand at the edge of power, not for glory, but to shield those who can't shield themselves, to keep this fractured world from tearing itself apart.
We weren't always like this—Hannah and I. We started as mortals, two kids with dreams too big for the world we were born into. She's the Red Empress, I'm the White Emperor, but those titles came later. Together, we're the Red Moon's chosen, the root of every werewolf—born, bitten, or shaped by forces older than the stars. Our souls are knotted together, like roots beneath the earth, shifting with the moon's pull.
It's the 25th century now, and the Red Moon is a riddle to most. People stare up at it, awestruck, blind to its true weight. It's no mere celestial body—it's sacred, a gift from creation itself, reserved for those who prove themselves worthy. We've seen empires rise and crumble: the Ming's golden courts, the Ottoman's sprawling reach, all dust now. Yet here we stand, our clan the strongest force left on this battered planet.
I laugh sometimes, thinking back to where we began. Hannah was born to silk and titles, a noble's daughter with a heart too kind for her world. Me? I was just the tailor's son, my father stitching late into the night to keep us fed, my mother carrying the scars of a war that stole her freedom and her home. Their love, quiet but fierce, taught me to claw my way up, to fight for something better.
Hannah and I met as kids, her bright eyes cutting through the noise of a world that didn't care for dreamers. She was no delicate heiress—she had steel in her spine, even then. Jax, that smug Camden heir, thought he could claim her, but she saw through his charm. We became each other's shadow, navigating a society that chewed up the soft and spat them out. I hauled water for nobles, my hands calloused, my mind fixed on a day I could stand tall for those who couldn't.
Fate doesn't care about your plans, though. One night, we ran—fled from a world that wanted us broken. We found refuge in a cave, where the Red Moon's light poured in, raw and alive. Others came for its power, greedy hands reaching for what they didn't understand. But the Moon chose us. It saw our hearts, our scars, the way we refused to bend. It remade us, bound us to each other and to a purpose bigger than ourselves.
We fought for centuries, carving out a legend. Our love grew in the heat of battle, tempered by blood and loss. Each victory tied us closer, two halves of a whole. From a scrappy second-tier kingdom, we built an empire, and now, in this century, we're unmatched—the world's greatest power.
But even legends bleed. When Hannah was betrayed during childbirth, I felt the world crack. She'd just brought our daughter into this chaos, and someone dared to strike her down. I ran to her, heart hammering, dread choking me. She was weak, barely clinging to life, but still fighting like the empress she is. I got there in time, and together we crushed the traitor. The cost, though, was brutal—her memories, gone. Wiped clean by the same strange power that saved her.
Now, I rule our empire with an iron grip, hunting spies, rooting out threats, making damn sure no one touches my family again. I'm the Immortal Emperor to our people, a name whispered in fear and reverence. To Hannah, I'm just Max, the man who'd burn the world to keep her safe. She doesn't remember our past—the caves, the battles, the nights we swore we'd outlast time itself. But I see her, every day, and I'm grateful for every second, even if she's still piecing herself back together.
The Red Moon still watches us, its light a reminder of who we are. They call us the Moon Lovers, two souls forged for love and war, bound forever under that crimson glow. And as the prophecy looms—a planetary clash that'll decide everything—I know we'll face it together, like always.