Long ago, before the child of Moon's blood was born, two great clans ruled beneath the heavens — the Aurelion and the Noctaryn.
The Aurelion were composed of the White, Blue, Golden, and Grey Wolves — guardians of light, peace, and wisdom.
While the Noctaryn were the cursed children of darkness — the Black, Red, and Dark Grey Wolves, consumed by greed and hunger for power.
In the world of wolves, every color held its own duty and honor.
The White Wolves stood for justice and light.
The Grey and Silver Wolves were known for their wisdom and caution. The Blue Wolves possessed spiritual and mystical gifts. And the Golden Wolves were born leaders — brave and fierce.
But on the other side, the Black, Red, and Dark Grey Wolves were cruel, cunning, and destructive.
With every generation came a prophecy whispered through the bloodline of the White Wolves:
"The last blood of the White Wolf shall rise under the moon, the most powerful among all wolfkind.
He shall unite the tribes, bring balance to a world torn apart, and he shall be called by the name of a man — Lorenzo, crowned with victory and courage."
But as centuries passed, the White Wolves began to vanish, their numbers swallowed by war and the spreading darkness of the Noctaryn. In the midst of chaos stood Don Lucien, leader of the White, Blue, Grey, and Golden Wolves — a symbol of hope.
Yet he knew… a great sacrifice was coming.
Scene: Before the Battle
Under the silver glow of midnight, beside an ancient tree outside the camp, stood Isadora, her hands resting over her three-month pregnant belly, facing Don Lucien.
Isadora (worried, her voice soft):
"Lucien… please, be careful. You know the danger… the prophecy… the last blood of the White Wolf is within us."
Don Lucien (gently touching her belly, eyes deep and steady):
"I think of nothing else but you. I'll defend everyone… and the last blood."
Isadora (holding his hand tightly):
"I may be ordinary… but you must protect him. No matter what happens, he has to live. The new hope of our kind… is inside me."
Don Lucien (nodding firmly):
"I promise. I'll do everything — for you, for our family, for the tribe, and for the last blood. I won't disappear without a fight."
A small girl approached — Aliya, seven years old, Lorenzo's soon-to-be older sister.
Aliya (sweetly):
"Papa… please be careful. Mama and I will wait for you to come back."
Don Lucien (kneeling to hug her):
"I'll return, my daughter. But if I don't… take care of your mother. Protect our family. And always choose what's right."
Aling Minda (Isadora's mother):
"Son, the battle is too dangerous. Please be cautious."
Don Lucien:
"Thank you, Mother. But I must do this — to protect everyone."
Isadora (embracing him again, tears in her eyes):
"Be safe, Lucien. I love you so much. Come back to us."
Don Lucien:
"No matter what happens… if our child is a boy, name him Lorenzo — just as the prophecy foretold."
Scene: The Wolves' War
After those final words of love and promise, Don Lucien marched into the forest with the forces of the White, Blue, Grey, and Golden Wolves.
Before them stood the army of darkness — the Black, Red, and Dark Grey Wolves, led by Ignacio, the ruthless Black Alpha. The ground trembled beneath their paws.
The air howled with the cries of beasts ready to kill.
The Aurelion Wolves moved with discipline and courage, while the Noctaryn charged with rage — merciless, fearless, soulless.Light and darkness collided under the furious moon.
Blood soaked the earth. The night reeked of death.
One by one, the White Wolves fell — until none were left standing. Don Lucien, wounded and bleeding, forced himself to escape. He stumbled through the forest, body torn, breath shallow, until he reached the mansion of his closest friend — Don Rafael.
Barely conscious, he knocked on the door.
When Rafael opened it, his eyes widened in horror.
Don Lucien (gasping, his voice faint):
"You must hide the last blood of the White Wolves… Protect my wife and children, Rafael. You're the only one I can trust. My wealth, my lands — everything… they're in your hands now."
Don Rafael (gripping him, eyes filled with tears):
"Lucien, don't you dare die on me! I'll take you to the hospital — you can't leave them! Not now, not like this!"
But Don Lucien no longer answered.His breathing slowed… and stopped. The last Alpha of light was gone. And with his death, darkness consumed the land.
Narrator / Foreshadowing:
And with the fall of the final leader of light, hope vanished from the Aurelion.
No White Wolves remained in the world…
except for the blood still sleeping in a mother's womb.
That night, the moon seemed to weep.
And with every tear that fell, destiny burned anew.
The blood of the moon had awakened once more —
and the fate of every wolf would change with his very first breath.
Narrator's Note:
"Before the child of Moon's blood was born… his first battle had already begun."