The night smelled like fire and blood.

Anya ran, her lungs burning, her heart hammering against her ribs. The cold air sliced through her skin, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. The forest stretched endlessly around her, the twisted branches clawing at her arms as if trying to drag her back. The uneven ground beneath her feet was slick with mud—or something darker.

Something inside her told her to wake up.

But this wasn't a dream. Was it?

Behind her, was a voice that echoed softly yet menacingly through the trees.

"Anya..."

Her breath hitched. It was soft, almost familiar, but laced with something wrong—a whisper coated in silk and venom. She clenched her fists and forced herself to move faster, her bare feet stinging against the jagged rocks.

Her pulse pounded in her ears. The whispers grew louder.

You're being hunted.

The thought struck like lightning, and fear wrapped around her throat. But there was something else, something deeper than fear, got under her skin—an intuition, a knowing. She didn't know what or who was chasing her, but she knew it wanted her alive.

Or worse dead.

Then, the trees broke apart.

Anya stumbled into a clearing, panting, her legs trembling from exhaustion. Moonlight spilled across the open space, casting long shadows that flickered like ghosts. The light from the moon shone with a red hue almost like blood had been spilled into the fragments of light.

And standing in the center, waiting—were them. Two figures.

The first had eyes like molten gold, glowing even in the dim light. He was tall, strong, his presence almost suffocating. Power radiated from him, raw and electric, like a thunderstorm waiting to break. Even without speaking, he commanded the space around him.

The second stood slightly behind, quieter but just as intense. His silver eyes were sharp, calculating, as if he had already figured her out before she could even breathe. Unlike the first, his expression held something else—recognition.

Like he knew her. Like he had been waiting.

Her body went rigid. Her pulse thundered in her skull. She trembled with fear.

The golden-eyed one tilted his head, watching her with something unreadable in his gaze.

"Found you," he murmured. A faint smirk danced on his lips as if he was mocking her.

And then—

The world shattered.

Anya screamed. She woke with a violent gasp, her body jerking forward.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to shake the panic clinging to her skin. The darkness of her small bedroom pressed around her, the air too still, too silent. Her hands gripped the sheets, her entire body slick with sweat.

"It was just a dream." She thought to herself still shaken from such a vivid dream.

"Right?"

Her heart refused to slow. The images burned behind her eyelids—the whisper, the blood, those eyes. The way they had looked at her.

Swallowing, she reached for the cracked mirror beside her bed. Just to ground herself. Just to see something real. But the moment she caught her own reflection, a chill slid down her spine.

Her eyes.

For the briefest second, they flickered—deep green to violet. She blinked hard, breath catching. The color was gone, it was normal again.

Her stomach twisted. That wasn't possible. She had never—

A slow creak echoed through the silence her breath hitched, the door to her apartment was moving not from the wind and definitely not from anything she could see.

She stared, heart hammering against her rip cage, as the wooden frame creaked open—inch by inch. A whisper brushed against her ear soft, cold and too close.

"You're not supposed to be here."

Anya's skin broke into goosebumps. She turned sharply, her breath caught in her throat nothing. The room was empty.

"What the...."

But something was watching. She could feel it.

Slowly, she turned back toward the mirror and froze.

Her reflection, it was smiling. But she wasn't.

Her own face stared back at her, twisted into an eerie, knowing grin. Her lips weren't moving, but her reflection's were. A single breathless word slipped from the mirrored version of herself, sending ice through her veins.

"Soon."

The candle beside her flickered and the room plunged into darkness leaving frozen with  a sense of dread.

Author's Note

Hello !!!

My cuties

I have been contemplating for a very long time to write a BTS FF which is an wolf themed story. So here it is The Blood Moon Prophecy. I have been wrecking my brain just to figure out what would you like in terms of plot, characters and theme.

I do hope that you continue to support me and share your suggestions about this story. I would like to know your thoughts and what would you like to read ahead in this book.

So happy reading .

The Anime Writer