WRITING THIS AS A TEST:
Wolves ruled the Earth, once upon a time. But the true story of our ancestors is no longer told. The history, blurred by time.
Wolves were never prisoners to the moon. They were strengthened by it. With her light, the Goddess gave them power. Under her sister Sun, they flourished, living more than one-hundred summers. Most importantly, she created wolves in pairs. The Goddess created the bond between birth mates with her own heart. All it took was one look and theirs would forever follow the same rhythm. Their love was so strong that nothing could sever that bond.
As humans claimed more and more land, they brought death and destruction, exchanging morals for murder. In the late 1700s women were chased into wolf territory, fleeing what is now known as a Witch Hunt. Accused and convicted of witchcraft, they ran into the dark forest seeking refuge from an angry mob armed with ropes and fire. The wolves they encountered became conflicted. Some wanted to help. Others wanted no parts. Bonds were broken. Peace amongst the packs was replaced by wars.
After another night of bloodshed, two women appeared on the battlefield. With long black cloaks covering them from head to toe, dragging along bloody blades of grass as they walked, they looked like angels of death. When one stopped, it was to kneel over an injured Alpha. Just as his pack prepared to attack, she waved her hand over his wounds. Poetic words and a kind touch pulled him from death’s grasp. Gracefully the other moved along the field and healed the Alpha from the other side then both lowered their cloaks. Together, they shared the beauty of sunrise and moonlight.
Together, they struck a deal. The witches protected With the same magic that healed their wounds the existence of wolves could be kept a secret if they sought protection from fire happy humans. Rules were set in stone to maintain the balance within the alliance. More witches gathered in that field where they created an enchanted forest at the base of the mountains.
A century passed before the relationship soured. The humans lost interest in the witches and the witches betrayed the wolves. With magic, thousands of birth mates were murdered in an attempt to cause our extinction. With a curse, they summoned thick, dark, clouds to kill what gave us our strength.
No one has seen the moon in over two-hundred years. The witches disappeared with it but not before cursed the entire wolf nation with everlasting winter. Till this very day, wolves passing through the enchanted land of Redloms say they can hear the whispers of that poetic curse. The dark magic still lives within the forest.
“What a load of shit! Everyone with half a brain cell knows that’s a bedtime story and nothing more. I mean, witches, the moon, birth mates?”
I glanced over my shoulder just as my best friend Kenya had. Her lips parted preparing for a fiery retort but stopped short as I grabbed her hand. Despite Cameron’s closeness with her mate, Braden, and being my intende, she’s never liked him and never hid that fact.
With only a wink, Braden softened her brows, earning a dimpled smile ending the tension.
“You sound like the humans arguing the existence of dinosaurs, Cam.”
“There’s proof of dinosaurs they willfully ignore. What proof do we have that any of that shit really happened? Have you ever seen a picture of the moon? Not an old painting but an actual picture? What about the bones of a witch?”
“Murell Croft did leave a journal behind,” Braden added. “For it to be a part of every history class we had, there has to be some validity to it.”
Cameron broke into laughter again. “Guys, seriously? Ok, let’s say there was such a thing as birth mates. You’re telling me magical humans were strong enough to end a bond created by a supposed Goddess? Why hasn’t she come down from her throne in the sky and fixed things yet?” He paused for dramatic effect, his arms open. “Because it’s a myth. No one was ever born with a soulmate and the reason it’s always cloudy, cold, or snowing is because Earth has been drifting further away from the sun for centuries.”