There is a saying that goes—"Everyone's fate is predetermined." But that was not the case with Eila.
Born into a world where werewolves roamed freely, where magic was as natural as the air they breathed, Eila existed under the watchful gaze of the powerful deities who governed the supernatural. And above them all, ruling the fate of her kind, was the Moon Goddess. From her ethereal palace on the Moon, she wove the destinies of every werewolf, ensuring that balance was maintained.
Yet, even gods make mistakes.
When the Moon Goddess penned Eila's fate, a seemingly small miscalculation found its way into the sacred script. What should have been a life of ordinary happiness began to spiral into something much greater—something that even the goddess herself could not fully control.
The events of Eila's story unfolded in the sixteenth century, a time when life was simpler but harsher. There were no grand luxuries for most—only the wealthy and noble could afford extravagance, while the rest lived humbly, making do with whatever resources they could gather. For commoners, life was about survival, hard work, and devotion to the pack.
Eila's family had once belonged to the privileged. Her bloodline carried the mark of nobility, and on her mother's side, they had ruled as Alphas for generations. They were powerful, respected, and revered. But power, as history often shows, attracts envy and enemies. A rival pack had launched a brutal ambush, slaughtering her ancestors in one calculated attack, wiping out their leadership. The legacy that had thrived for decades was brought to ruin in a single night.
Her mother, one of the few survivors, had been forced into a life of poverty. Stripped of her title, of her lands, she had no choice but to seek refuge with distant relatives who had little to offer. The fall from grace had been humiliating, but she endured. And when fate finally showed her a sliver of mercy, she met her mate—Eila's father.
Her father's side of the family was not as wealthy, but they were good, hardworking people. Unlike the nobility, they did not live for politics, power, or prestige. They valued loyalty and togetherness, and in them, her mother found the solace she had lost. Together, they built a modest but peaceful life, raising their children with love and care despite their limited means.
And so, Eila grew up surrounded by warmth, shielded from the bitterness of the past.
She was not a girl of complaints. She did not resent her simple life, nor did she long for riches or status. She was content with what she had—her parents, her siblings, her small home. And though her mother had once been royalty among werewolves, she never forced that expectation upon Eila. Instead, she taught her kindness, humility, and the importance of standing strong no matter the circumstances.
But what neither of them knew was that fate had never truly abandoned them.
Eila was special.
She did not yet know how or why, but the Moon Goddess' mistake in her fate would soon begin to unravel, setting in motion events that would change her life forever.