(Book II of the Casta de Lobos Saga)
✦ PREFACE II: Bloodline Legacy
Those who walk among wolves do not escape their shadows.
Those who love among beasts become legends.
The wind howled through the mountains, dragging with it an echo of ancient laments—like whispers of forgotten souls. Deep within a dark forest, feared by all, a man knelt before an altar covered in moss and dust, lit only by the waning glow of a blood-red moon.
His hair, once black as night, had turned to ashen gray. His eyes, once filled with youthful fire, now reflected the weight of centuries. Kevs—now known only as Moira—had once been a man of strength and ambition. But the curse had turned him into an eternal witness to tragedies he could never stop.
A demonic mark sealed one of his eyes, while the other, still open, saw beyond the mortal world. In his visions, tragedies and unchangeable destinies unfurled like a dark tapestry. Rejected by both men and demons, he had exiled himself in this forbidden forest, vainly seeking a truce with a fate that always found him.
His first vision had been of Zaira, Luciano's daughter. Her desperate love for the white wolf, Sanathiel, would lead her to a tragic death as she tried to save him. Moira, trapped in his own curse, came to understand that his visions were no gift—but punishment. He could not change the outcomes he foresaw, and his very existence seemed to feed the cycle of despair.
But it was the Exiled One—a being as old as time itself—who revealed the most terrible truth: if the demon's children managed to use their blood, they could resurrect the demon king and unleash an apocalypse.
Aisha was the key.
The ties binding her to Sanathiel were no ordinary bonds. What she saw as love, the demon's children saw as a dark promise. With every step Aisha took toward Sanathiel, she also drew closer to Varek and Sariel, awakening dormant forces that could destroy them all.
Her life was in danger as long as she stayed with them. Moira saw how her days would shorten—trapped in a cursed cycle of memory loss and collapse, echoes of the affliction tormenting the demon's bloodline.
The Exiled One, in his cold wisdom, would one day show Aisha the fate that awaited her should she fail to break the cycle: her blood could bring back the king of shadows—a fate even death would envy.
From the shadows, Moira watched his vision unfold: Aisha falling again and again into the same arms, condemned to relive the same sorrow in every life. He knew he could not save her—but he could warn her, prepare her to choose between love… and salvation.
As the red moon's glow faded, Moira looked to the horizon. The freezing wind carried his whisper like a forgotten echo, heavy with the truth he could no longer escape:
Those who touch fate with trembling hands… rarely walk away unscathed.
And with a final whisper carried off by the wind, he left the question that haunted him:
"Will Aisha break the cycle before it's too late? Or has fate already chosen for her?"
"Soon, the individual forgets their roots, prefers to burn the pages that once told their story, denies the echo of their own footsteps, and sinks into a silence that erases the images of ghosts from the past."
The hunt continues.