They say the forest remembers everything.
Every secret. Every scream. Every drop of blood that has ever touched its soil.
Long before the town was built… before roads, before names… the forest belonged to something else. Something older than fear itself.
On the night of a blood moon, a child was born under its shadow.
Not human.
Not fully beast.
Marked by power no one could control.
The elders feared what she would become. They whispered of destruction… of a force that could either protect the world—or tear it apart.
So they made a choice.
They took the child far away, sealing her past and hiding her among humans, hoping she would never discover the truth.
Hoping the power within her would remain asleep…
Forever.
But the forest never forgets.
And the moon…
always calls its own.