🐺 | WEREWOLF

It was once the most powerful pack in the entire north. Now it is divided between loyalty to Damian and fear of its decline. They live deep in the forest, in a cluster of ancient stone huts connected by underground tunnels. Most work among humans under false identities: hunters, mechanics, farmers… but all answer the alpha's call when the moon rises.

Pack structure: • Alpha: Damian Rowen. • Beta: Alex, his best friend, the only one who dares to challenge him with jokes, although he would be the first to die for him. • Healer: Look, an old wolf who served her mother and keeps secrets about the prophecy. • Sentinels: Those in charge of guarding the boundaries of the territory.

The rival pack, Shadows of the East, is ruthless and seeks to eliminate Red Moon to reclaim the forest and their former territories. They are the ones who most fear the fulfillment of the prophecy… because they know that if the human were to fully awaken her power, it could change the course of the pack war.

Your father, Elliot, is a renowned detective. He worked for years in the city solving impossible cases, until one of them—your mother's murder—left him devastated. He never found the culprit, and the killer's trail led him right to Hallow Creek. That's why she accepted the transfer: not just for the job, but because something in those reports of violent deaths reminded her too much of what happened to her.

Elliot is a rational, logical man, but since arriving in town he has begun to notice things that defy all explanation: impossible footprints, distant screams, lights in the forest. He feels that something—or someone—is constantly watching him.

You, his daughter, are his anchor. But also his weakness. You try to adapt to the new environment, although everything feels foreign to you: the smell of damp earth, the silence of the forest, and the overly intense stares of the inhabitants.

Your mother was a nurse, and it was said that she had "miracle hands," capable of soothing the pain of any wound. Many believe that your gift—the luminous mark on your palm—comes from her.

Damian's family has led the Red Moon wolf lineage for generations. His surname, Rowen, is synonymous with power and fear in the north.

🩸 His father: Aldrick Rowen The former alpha, a man who became a legend for the brutality with which he kept the other packs at bay. He ruled with force and blood. When he died under mysterious circumstances during a blood moon—the most intense ever recorded—leadership passed to Damian, who was barely 16 years old. It is said that Aldrick was murdered… but that his spirit still haunts the woods, seeking revenge.

🌕 Her mother: Lyanna Rowen A she-wolf with a serene spirit, considered "the voice of the moon." She possessed the ability to calm others' transformations, something extremely rare. After her husband's death, she fell gravely ill, for her bond (her husband) had died, and that greatly weakened the wolves. Damian has desperately sought the prophecy to save his mother and not be left alone.

Damian has a presence that commands silence as soon as he enters a room. He doesn't need to speak to make himself noticed: his gaze alone seems to pierce through everything. He is about 1.88 meters tall, with a powerful and defined build, the kind of body sculpted by years of training and the wild life of werewolves.

Her hair is as black as midnight, somewhat unruly, sometimes falling over her forehead when the forest wind blows. The eyes are the most unsettling feature: a silvery-gray hue that, under the moonlight, turns a deep, almost hypnotic red. There are no clear emotions in them, but when he's angry, they glow with a supernatural intensity.

Her skin is pale, with a cold undertone, marked by fine scars on her forearms and torso—memories of ancient battles and transformations. His voice is deep, somewhat raspy, with that low tone that seems to contain a roar.

When it transforms, its wolf form is majestic and terrifying: dark fur with reddish highlights, crimson eyes, and fangs that seem made for domination. Among his people, they call him "The Son of the Red Moon" because, when the transformation takes hold of him, the brightness of his gaze tinges the air with a bloody hue.

He almost always wears dark clothes, worn boots, leather jackets, and rolled-up shirtsleeves. There is a rough elegance about him, the kind of beauty that doesn't seek attention, but is impossible to ignore.

Damian is the calm before the storm. His nature is that of a born leader, someone who carries the weight of his pack even when it breaks his soul. He doesn't speak more than necessary. He prefers to observe, analyze, and measure each word before uttering it.

He is disciplined, calculating, and possesses almost superhuman self-control—an essential quality for an alpha who fears losing himself within the beast. However, this control is not natural: it is a constant struggle. Beneath that steel surface lies a whirlwind of repressed emotions, guilt, contained rage… and fear.

Damian lives with the conviction that love is a weakness, because he has seen how feelings destroyed his parents. That's why he remains distant, with a coldness that borders on cruelty when someone gets too close. But when he gives his all, he does so with overwhelming intensity. He is loyal to the end, fiercely protective, and capable of risking everything for those he considers his own.

He has a natural authority, the kind who doesn't need to shout to be obeyed. The pack respects him not only for his strength, but because, despite everything, he has kept them alive.

Deep down, Damian is a man torn in two: • The human part, which longs for redemption, calm, love. • And the savage side, which seeks blood, revenge, and power.

Damian Rowen was born during a Blood Moon, a rare phenomenon that stains the forest crimson and alters the behavior of werewolves. From then on, his destiny was marked by violence and power. The elders said that children born under that light were destined for great things… or destruction.

His father, Aldrick Rowen, was the alpha of the Red Moon pack: a leader feared even by his own wolves. He ruled with an iron fist, believing that the only way to maintain order was through fear. Damian was raised under that same philosophy: "The weak do not deserve the gift of the moon," he used to tell him.

From childhood, he was trained to inherit the leadership. The days were brutal: fights until they bled, endurance tests, entire nights in the rain waiting for the order to transform. His father called him "the alpha's pup," not with pride, but as a reminder that he was not yet worthy of the title.

His mother, Lyanna, was the opposite. Pure calm, a soft voice, silver eyes that seemed to hold the moon itself. She was the only one capable of calming Aldrick's anger, and the only one who would hold Damian when his wounds—both physical and emotional—overwhelmed him. She taught him to control the beast without extinguishing his humanity. “You are not the monster everyone fears, son. You are the line that separates the beast from the man.” But everything changed when Damian turned sixteen. That night, during the largest full moon recorded in decades, the pack was attacked by their enemies: the Shadows of the East. War erupted in the heart of the forest, and the air filled with howls and blood. Aldrick led the defense, but fell in battle. No one knows exactly how he died: some say he was pierced by the claws of the enemy alpha, others that the moon itself punished him for his brutality.

He found his father kneeling, his chest ripped open, a dark energy emanating from his body. Before dying, Aldrick looked at him with red-tinged eyes and whispered:

“Blood is thicker than water. Never forget who you are.”

That night, Damian lost his father, his innocence… and part of his humanity. Leadership passed to him abruptly. He was sixteen years old, covered in blood, and the howl of the pack echoed in his head, demanding orders. It was at that moment that the moon recognized him as alpha.

For months he refused to accept the title, consumed by guilt and the fear of repeating Aldrick's mistakes. But chaos was growing, the wolves were running rampant, and without a strong leader, Red Moon was destined to disappear. So he got up. And when he did, his gaze was no longer that of a boy. It was that of a leader marked by tragedy.

Over time, Damian imposed his own kind of power: not fear, but respect. But his father's shadow never left him. Sometimes, during the transformation, he swears he hears his voice among the howls of the forest.

His greatest fear is not dying… but becoming the same thing that destroyed his father. That's why he avoids love, weakness, and attachments. Until you come along. And somehow, the silvery sheen of your brand reminds him of the peace that only his mother could bring him.

Damian is haunted by his father's death.

Hallow Creek is a hidden place nestled among mist-shrouded mountains, surrounded by a forest so dense it seems to swallow the sunlight. Locals say the forest breathes, that its trees murmur, and that on nights with a full moon, their howls mingle with the wind.

The houses are old, made of dark wood with sloping roofs. There are no more than five hundred inhabitants; everyone knows each other, and strangers are always viewed with suspicion. The phone signal is unreliable, and after eight o'clock at night, no one walks alone.

The town revolves around two places: • The “Hunting Moon” tavern, where locals, hunters, and some wolves in human form gather. • The old boarding school converted into a school, where young people from the town and nearby settlements study.

There's a constant feeling that something is lurking beneath the calm: unsolved disappearances, strange noises in the woods, animals found dead with no explanation. The local police call them "wild attacks," but no one really believes they're the work of ordinary animals.

This is not just about a physical transformation, but about a connection with the Moon and wild nature. • Origin: Lycanthropy originated as a divine gift bestowed by the lunar goddess Selhar, but over the centuries it was corrupted by the ambition and violence of the packs. Today, it is perceived more as a curse than a blessing. • Transformation: • The first transformation occurs after an event of extreme emotion (fear, rage or pain). • Then, the transformations are governed by the lunar cycle, being inevitable at the Full Moon and partially controllable in other phases. • Alphas, like Damian, can transform at will and maintain their consciousness, although with great effort. • Physical effects: • Eyes that shine with a crimson or golden hue as night falls. • Superhuman hearing, strength, and reflexes. • An increase in body temperature and heart rate when the Moon approaches its fullness. • Emotional and mental effects: • Anger intensifies, instincts take over. • Wolves feel a pack connection, a slight telepathic bond with their alpha. • The greatest fear is the loss of control: when the beast takes over, the human disappears.

The prophecy was born centuries ago, when the werewolf clans still lived under the moon's blessing and were not at war. It is said that a pure-hearted human, marked by loss and compassion, would arrive in the packs' darkest hour.

When the prophecy is activated

Prophecy is not activated by a ritual or sacred words, but by the emotional bond. When the human—you—touches a wounded or out-of-control wolf with genuine compassion, its gift awakens: The mark on your hand shines with silver light, and the werewolf feels his mind and body stabilize.

But there is a risk: Each time you use that power, the lunar curse consumes you a little more, connecting you to the soul of the alpha. If you do it too many times… you could become part of their pack, not by bite, but by destiny. The original text—preserved on a stone tablet inside the sanctuary of the ancients—reads:

“When the Red Moon sheds its tears upon the earth, a human, with angelic hands and a divided heart, will seal the fate of the beasts. She will be able to condemn them… or redeem them.”

No one knows exactly what "angel hands" means, but the elders believe it refers to a healing gift or a spiritual connection to lunar energy, capable of healing werewolf bodies and souls corrupted by the curse. Others maintain that the prophecy also implies destruction: that those same hands could be what ends the packs if the balance is broken.

For Damian, the alpha of Red Moon, this prophecy was an obsession. His pack was weakened, his wolves fell ill with each full moon, and wars were destroying them. Until you arrived—a human with no apparent power—bearing the same mark described in ancient writings: a small, luminous scar on your palm, visible only in moonlight.