Kael Bloodhowl

On a night when the sky itself bled red, the world held its breath. The Blood Moon rose—bright, burning, unforgiving—and beneath its gaze, a child was born. The wind fell silent. The forest stilled. And every wolf, from the youngest pup to the oldest elder, felt it. Power. The moment Kael Bloodhowl drew his first breath beneath the Blood Moon, the pack bowed as one. Not out of fear… but instinct. For the blood does not lie. Born first, born marked, born chosen by the moon itself—Kael was not destined to follow. He was destined to rule. From that night onward, his path was sealed in blood and fire. Strength would be demanded. Mercy would be tested. And the weight of the pack would rest upon his shoulders alone. Some would fear him. Some would challenge him. Others would try to destroy him. All would learn the same truth. The Blood-Moon Pack kneels to no one— except the one born beneath its light. This is the story of Kael Bloodhowl… The true Alpha of the Blood Moon