Moonlight curse

New York City, 21st Century.

The bustling city of New York was alive with the hum of life, its streets crowded with people rushing to and fro. Amongst them is Collins Ethan, a 28-year-old business tycoon with a heart encased in ice. Tall and sharply dressed, he moved through the throng of pedestrians with a detached air, his eyes revealing nothing of the turmoil that churned within.

Collins's life had been a relentless succession of disappointments and betrayals. Born into a broken home, he had witnessed his father, a gambling addict, squander their savings and his mother, distant and indifferent, caring little for her son's well-being. Love, in Collins's eyes, was a farce, a cruel trick that fate played on unsuspecting souls. It wasn't just his parents who had tainted his perception of love. No,

there was a deeper wound, one etched into his memory like a scar. When Collins was just twelve years old, he had experienced a nightmarish encounter that would forever change the course of his life.

It was a chilly autumn evening, and the full moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the city's streets. Collins had been on his way home from school, lost in thought, when he heard a low growl emanating from the shadows. Instinctively, he turned to face the source of the sound, What he saw would haunt him for years to come.

A monstrous creature, covered in matted fur, its yellow eyes filled with malevolent hunger, had emerged from the darkness. It was a werewolf, a creature of myth and terror, and it was about to shatter Collins's world.

The creature lunged at him with lightning speed, its claws slashing through the air. Collins barely had time to react, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on the cold, unforgiving pavement, blood seeping from deep gashes on his body. The pain was excruciating, and as darkness closed in around him, he felt his consciousness slipping away.

When he finally awoke, he found himself in a sterile hospital room, the harsh fluorescent

lights above casting a harsh glow on his pale skin. He tried to move, but every muscle in his body ached with agony. Panic gripped him as he realized that he couldn't remember how he had ended up here, or what had happened to him. A nurse entered the room, her expression a mix of relief and concern.

"You're awake," she said, her voice gentle. "You had us worried there for a while." Collins struggled to speak, his throat dry and scratchy. "What happened to me?" he managed to croak.

The nurse exchanged a worried glance with a doctor who had entered the room behind her.

The doctor stepped forward, his face grave. "You were found lying unconscious in the middle of the road," he explained. "We don't know how you got there or what happened to you."

Collins's mind raced as he tried to piece together the fragments of his memory. He had been attacked by a werewolf, that much he knew, but how had he survived? And why l couldn't he remember anything else?

Days turned into weeks as Collins remained in the hospital, slowly recovering

from his injuries. Yet, despite his physical healing, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed within him. It was as if a dormant force had been awakened, lurking just beneath the surface.

At a night, when the full moon bathed the city in its silvery light, Collins experienced a transformation that defied all reason. His body contorted, his bones shifted, and he felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through his veins. When he awoke the next morning, he found himself covered in fur, his senses heightened to a supernatural degree. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks that he had become a werewolf.

His heart filled with dread as he remembered the tales of these creatures, the uncontrollable savagery during the full moon. What had he become? And what had happened to him on that fateful night when he was attacked? Collins's life spiraled into a nightmarish existence. Each full moon brought with it a loss of control, as he transformed into a beast he couldn't remember being. He roamed the city, his actions a blur of violence and chaos, leaving destruction in his wake. And each morning, he awoke with no recollection of the horrors he had unleashed.

As the years passed, Collins withdrew further into himself, determined to keep his curse hidden from the world. He had no friends, no confidants, only the darkness that had become his constant companion. Love was a distant memory, a feeling he had long since abandoned, Little did he know that his path was about to intersect with that of a young woman whose destiny was intertwined with his, a woman who held the key to his salvation.

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Madrid, Spain, 21st Century

In a different corner of the world, far removed from the bustling streets of New York City, lay the historic city of Madrid, Spain. It was a place steeped in centuries of culture and tradition, a city where the echoes of the past whispered through cobblestone streets and ancient architecture.

Amidst this rich tapestry of history, in a small apartment tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, lived Yna Eduardo. She was a young woman of twenty-three, with striking dark eyes that held a depth of knowledge far beyond her years. Her long, ebony hair cascaded down her back, and her features bore an air of quiet mystery.

Yna was the last of her kind, a guardian of secrets that had been passed down through generations. Her mother, who had died shortly after giving birth to her, had been the previous guardian. It was a heavy mantle to bear, one that Yna had embraced with solemn determination.

As she went about her daily routines in Madrid, Yna couldn't help but feel the weight of her responsibilities. She was the only one left who possessed the unique abilities of her lineage, abilities that had been honed and refined over centuries. Among these powers, just two stood out above all other; the ability to tame a rampaging werewolf during the full moon and the gift of glimpsing into the past. Yna's connection to the supernatural world was a closely guarded secret, known only to a selected few who had been entrusted with the knowledge of her existence. She lived a solitary life, her days filled with the rituals and practices that had been handed down to her by her mother. Yna had been living alone after her father passed away two years after her mother's death, unable to bear the loss of his beloved wife.

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the first hints of twilight bathed the city in soft hues of orange and pink, Yna's life took an unexpected turn. She had just returned home from her job at a small bookstore, where she spent her days surrounded by ancient tomes and dusty volumes. As she entered her apartment, a feeling of restlessness gnawed at her. Something in the air felt different, as if a shift had occurred in the balance of the world. Yna couldn't ignore the sense of unease that l settled over her, and she knew that her destiny was about to be irrevocably altered.

The events that followed were like a page torn from a fantastical tale. Yna felt a strange compulsion to step out onto her balcony, her eyes drawn to the moon, which hung low in l the darkening sky. It was a full moon, its silvery light casting an ethereal glow over the city. As she gazed up at the celestial orb, a sensation washed over her, like a whisper in the recesses of her mind. It was a call, a summons, drawing her out into the night. Without hesitation, Yna followed the inexplicable urge, stepping out onto the balcony and into the cool night air.

In that moment, her life intersected with that of Collins Ethan, a man she had never met but whose fate was inextricably linked with her own. He stood below, bathed in the moon's glow, his eyes haunted and tormented. It was as if their souls recognized each other, two lost pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their match.

Yna's presence seemed to calm the storm of emotions that raged within Collins. He looked up at her, his gaze searching for answers, for solace, for a glimmer of hope, and in that moment, Yna knew that her life's purpose had been revealed. As the moon hung in the sky, Yna extended her hand toward Collins, her eyes locking onto his.

"You are not alone," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "I can help you." Collins, a stranger to vulnerability, felt an inexplicable trust in this enigmatic woman. He reached out, his trembling hand meeting hers, and for the first time in years, l he felt a flicker of hope. Their worlds had collided on that moonlit night, setting into motion a journey that would challenge their beliefs, test the boundaries of their love, and unravel the mysteries of a curse that bound them together.