Long before humans ever walked the Earth, the world belonged to something else.
It belonged to the wolves.
Not the wolves of today, but something far more powerful. No, these wolves were ancient beings with claws that could tear through flesh like talons, jaws strong enough to crush bone, and a presence that commanded both awe and fear. It was said their forms rivaled that of the goddess Aphrodite herself, yet there was nothing loving in them. Their beauty was not gentle or soft, but overwhelming, the kind that made even the bravest creature hesitate. They were merciless.
They hunted without hesitation, killed without remorse, and lived only by instinct. They moved in packs, bound to one another in loyalty, never straying far from their own kind. Alone, they were dangerous. Together, they were impenetrable. And for a long time, they ruled without challenge.
Until the moon goddess grew weary.
She watched as her creation roamed the Earth with nothing but apathy, leaving destruction in their wake with no purpose beyond survival. There was no connection, no meaning, just pure instinct. So she decided to intervene. She created the fated bond. A force unlike anything that had existed before, woven from her own power and tied to the pull of the moon. But instead of placing it within the wolves, she placed it within something new: A human.
From that moment on, under every full moon, the wolves were blessed by the goddess to take on a human form. And in that form, they would be given the chance to find the one soul destined for them. Their fated mate. Love. Something they had never known or experienced.Something they had never needed. And it changed everything. Because while love made them stronger, it also made them vulnerable. This newfound vulnerability spread fear quickly among the packs. If they gave in to this bond, if they allowed themselves to love humans, what would become of them? What would become of their kind? And so, they made a vow. They would not fall for a mere human and they would not bond. They would only breed among themselves, preserving their species at all costs. But, this decision had come too late.
Their king and Alpha had fallen. Deeply, irrevocably, in love. And with a human.
In secret, he loved the human woman, defying everything his kind stood for. And in that same secrecy, they were wed. From that union came a child, something the world had never seen before. Half man. Half beast. When the truth came to light, it tore through the pack like wildfire. Some called it betrayal. Others called it weakness. Dissent and anger rose….turned into something far more dangerous.
Mutiny.
In the dead of night, under the same moon that had created the bond, the Alpha and his mate were assassinated. But the child survived. Hidden beneath the floorboards, unseen and untouched, he remained silent as death passed over him.
When the moon goddess descended and found him, she gathered the small, fragile body into her arms. She expected cries, fear, something, but there was nothing. The child did not fuss. He did not cry. He only stared, wide blue eyes unblinking, as if he already understood a world he had just entered.
Such a peculiar child, she thought.
Moved by something she had not intended to feel, the moon goddess made a choice. She took him from that blood-soaked place and carried him somewhere hidden, somewhere safe, where she would raise him as her own. As he grew, she discovered the truth. The child was not just different. He was powerful. Magic ran through him in a way that was unstable, too vast for a body so small to contain. Fearing for his safety, she cloaked him in a powerful spell, one that suppressed his beastly nature and kept him hidden from the world. For a time, it worked. But power like his was never meant to stay contained.
As the boy grew, so did the force within him, pushing against the limits of the magic meant to protect him. By the time he reached fifteen, it became too much. The spell broke. And on a night where the moon was round and at its brightest, the beast tore free from beneath his skin.
Thus, the first werewolf was born.