Kaiden's Point of ViewBut there was nowhere to run. The hall’s doors had been sealed shut, as was tradition during the celebration to ensure privacy. The very walls meant to protect us became their prison.I leaped unto a man near the center of the room. My claws ripped through him like paper. His blood sprayed across the wooden floor, a stark contrast to the golden glow of the lanterns.One by one, I ended them all. The laughter and joy that had filled the room only moments ago were replaced by the stench of blood and the silence of death.And then I turned to my parents.They stood frozen at the head of the hall, their faces pale. My mother clung to my father, her wide eyes brimming with tears. “Kaiden,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please… please stop.”For a moment, something inside me hesitated. But the curse would not be denied. A low growl escaped my throat as I crouched, ready to lunge. My claws gleamed in the flickering light, and I could feel the raw power coiling wi
Kaiden’s Point of View“Slade,” I murmured, my voice barely audible even to myself. “If I can’t end this curse…” I swallowed hard, the weight of the words nearly crushing me. “…then I think it’s better I die.”And with that, I stepped out of the room, leaving behind the echoes of the past and the burden of my unspoken fears.I headed straight to my room, my steps heavy as if the weight of the world pressed down on my shoulders. The grand oak doors creaked slightly as I pushed them open, revealing the familiar sanctuary that was my private space. The room was vast yet inviting, with tall windows draped in thick, dark curtains that barely let in the moonlight.A massive bed with neatly arranged silver-gray sheets dominated the center, its frame carved with intricate patterns of wolves and crescent moons.Despite the elegance and comfort, the room felt cold, a reflection of the emptiness I carried within.I sat on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I cradled my aching h
Kaiden's Point of View Finally, three months have elapsed and the time has come. I had already left the pack premises 30 minutes ago and was on my way to the silver abyss. That was the only place that came to mind.It was very far from the pack, and void from people except rogues and spirits. So, even if a few rogues have to die tonight, then that’s great. It's better than having to kill innocent people.The wind tore at my face as I sprinted through the forest, the trees blurring past me in dark streaks. My lungs burned with each breath, but I couldn’t stop—not now. The Silver Abyss was still far, and the curse was clawing its way to the surface faster than I’d anticipated.My muscles screamed in protest, but I forced them to keep moving. The pack was behind me, far enough for now, but if I didn’t make it to the abyss in time, the distance wouldn’t matter.The first wave of heat hit me hard, like someone had poured boiling water into my veins. I stumbled, catching myself on a tree t
Narrator’s Point of ViewFAR AWAY IN THE CELESTIAL REALMThe celestial hall shimmered under the endless glow of ethereal starlight. The floor was a polished mirror reflecting the heavens, and the air carried a weight of divine authority. Five thrones were arranged in a semicircle, each belonging to a deity, their presence radiant and commanding.Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of light. Her gaze was steady, but her luminous eyes carried the burden of sorrow. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, though her expression was edged with concern. To the left, Hera, the Queen of the Gods, radiated power and authority, her piercing gaze fixed on Selene. Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable.The silence was broken by Hera, her voice sharp as a blade. "His curse grows stronger day by day, Luna," she
Kaiden’s Point of ViewThe silver abyss stretched endlessly before me, the cold metallic light painting everything in haunting shades of gray. My claws dripped with fresh blood, the coppery stench of death clinging to the air as bodies of rogues littered the ground around me. Their snarls and shrieks had faded into silence, replaced by the relentless mantra hammering in my mind.Kill.Destroy.Blood.The words echoed like a sinister drumbeat, their rhythm intoxicating and inescapable. Every time I thought I’d regained control, the curse surged forward, filling my veins with a dark energy that craved more. More blood. More destruction.A rogue leapt at me from the shadows, its fangs bared, but I barely registered the movement. My body acted on instinct, claws slashing through its throat in one swift, brutal motion. Warm blood splattered across my chest, and instead of revulsion, a twisted satisfaction settled in the pit of my stomach.With every drop of blood spilled, the curse grew st
Kaiden’s Point of ViewI growled again, slamming my head back against the wall in frustration. Slade might believe in her, but I wouldn’t let myself. Not now. Not ever.I sighed then get up from bed, then I remembered the weird phenomenom that occcured in here this midnight, then I glanced at the widows, but they were shut tight. So where did all that wind come from? I wondered.But I shrugged as I walked to my personal training room to practise, before moving to the throne room to have a discussion with Caspain, my Beta and Dalton, my Gamma.Immediately, I entered the grand hall, the weight of my crown barely registering. My steps echoed ominously against the polished stone floor, the sound reverberating in the thick silence. The court was unnervingly still, save for Dalton and Caspian standing stiffly in the center of the chamber. Every gaze was fixed on me as I ascended to my throne, the carved obsidian chair towering over the room as a symbol of my dominion.Seating myself, I reste
Julian’s Point of ViewAfter racing around in the woods, I shifted back and took my bath. After attending to the pack duties, I went to the study to finally have a breather from my stressful routine when Sophia barged into the room with a solemn look on her face. I sighed as I rubbed my temples. What was it again? I closed the files on the table with a thud, looking up to find Sophia standing by the door, her arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out in a pout that screamed pay attention to me. I didn’t even attempt to hide my disinterest. “What is it now, Sophia?” I muttered. Instead of answering, she whined—a long, dramatic sound that made me wince—and marched toward me with the confidence of someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Without hesitation, she sat herself right on my lap, making herself comfortable as if the throne belonged to her. “Julian,” she cooed softly, dragging out my name in a sing-song tone. I tensed but kept my expression neutral. “Get off, Sophia.” Sh
Julian's Point of ViewThe Alpha of the Moonwalker pack has been waging war on the Luperci Pack, but I can’t risk my head for a war I know nothing about. Just then, Jace handed a file over to me.“Their Alpha asked me to give this to you. It’s an alliance letter. It’s of no need since we’re rejecting their offer,” Jace said firmly, placing a thick folder on my desk. “I just had to give it to you because you’re the Alpha, and the final decision lies with you. But I trust you’ll make a wise one.”His voice carried a note of caution, but I barely glanced at him as I flipped open the file lazily, fingers drumming against the polished surface of the table. I wasn’t interested in more empty promises or frivolous offers of alliances. My focus was sharper than ever—power. That’s all that mattered. My pack. My goals.I skimmed through the pages half-heartedly, a bored expression plastered across my face. Proposals, terms, agreements—all predictable, unappealing, and not worth my time. Just as
Julian’s Point of ViewFive hours had passed, five long, agonizing hours of relentless torment. Lucio and I remained on our knees, blood pooling around us, our fists ramming against our skulls with a force that would have killed a lesser wolf. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, a grim reminder of our helplessness.As an Alpha, my healing abilities were thrice as fast as a regular werewolf's, but that wasn’t the reprieve it should have been. Every time a wound closed, my fists would open it again, the cycle of healing and self-inflicted injury an endless loop of agony. It was sheer torture.Each punch sent waves of pain coursing through my body, but worse than the pain was the humiliation. An Alpha, reduced to this—a powerless puppet at the mercy of a voice that had stripped away all semblance of control.The air around us was heavy, oppressive, as if mocking our struggle. My fear for the King grew with each passing moment, and with it, resentment burned in my chest. Ho
Julian’s Point of ViewThe first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson as I stood in front of my warriors, the cold morning air doing little to temper the heat of my resolve. The rhythmic thud of their boots against the ground echoed in the quiet of the early hours, each step deliberate, each step a promise of victory.We moved with precision, like a well-oiled machine, heading straight for the borders of the Luperci Pack’s territory. My eyes scanned the horizon, sharp and unrelenting, my mind replaying the details of Alpha Lucio’s letter. The alliance was sealed, but now it was time to see if his warriors were as capable as he claimed.When we reached the agreed meeting point, I spotted him—Alpha Lucio, a towering figure clad in silver armor that gleamed under the rising sun. His warriors stood behind him, their faces etched with the weariness of battle, but their spirits unbroken.“Alpha Julian,” Lucio greeted with a curt nod, his voice gruff but respectful.“Alp
Julian's Point of ViewThe Alpha of the Moonwalker pack has been waging war on the Luperci Pack, but I can’t risk my head for a war I know nothing about. Just then, Jace handed a file over to me.“Their Alpha asked me to give this to you. It’s an alliance letter. It’s of no need since we’re rejecting their offer,” Jace said firmly, placing a thick folder on my desk. “I just had to give it to you because you’re the Alpha, and the final decision lies with you. But I trust you’ll make a wise one.”His voice carried a note of caution, but I barely glanced at him as I flipped open the file lazily, fingers drumming against the polished surface of the table. I wasn’t interested in more empty promises or frivolous offers of alliances. My focus was sharper than ever—power. That’s all that mattered. My pack. My goals.I skimmed through the pages half-heartedly, a bored expression plastered across my face. Proposals, terms, agreements—all predictable, unappealing, and not worth my time. Just as
Julian’s Point of ViewAfter racing around in the woods, I shifted back and took my bath. After attending to the pack duties, I went to the study to finally have a breather from my stressful routine when Sophia barged into the room with a solemn look on her face. I sighed as I rubbed my temples. What was it again? I closed the files on the table with a thud, looking up to find Sophia standing by the door, her arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out in a pout that screamed pay attention to me. I didn’t even attempt to hide my disinterest. “What is it now, Sophia?” I muttered. Instead of answering, she whined—a long, dramatic sound that made me wince—and marched toward me with the confidence of someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Without hesitation, she sat herself right on my lap, making herself comfortable as if the throne belonged to her. “Julian,” she cooed softly, dragging out my name in a sing-song tone. I tensed but kept my expression neutral. “Get off, Sophia.” Sh
Kaiden’s Point of ViewI growled again, slamming my head back against the wall in frustration. Slade might believe in her, but I wouldn’t let myself. Not now. Not ever.I sighed then get up from bed, then I remembered the weird phenomenom that occcured in here this midnight, then I glanced at the widows, but they were shut tight. So where did all that wind come from? I wondered.But I shrugged as I walked to my personal training room to practise, before moving to the throne room to have a discussion with Caspain, my Beta and Dalton, my Gamma.Immediately, I entered the grand hall, the weight of my crown barely registering. My steps echoed ominously against the polished stone floor, the sound reverberating in the thick silence. The court was unnervingly still, save for Dalton and Caspian standing stiffly in the center of the chamber. Every gaze was fixed on me as I ascended to my throne, the carved obsidian chair towering over the room as a symbol of my dominion.Seating myself, I reste
Kaiden’s Point of ViewThe silver abyss stretched endlessly before me, the cold metallic light painting everything in haunting shades of gray. My claws dripped with fresh blood, the coppery stench of death clinging to the air as bodies of rogues littered the ground around me. Their snarls and shrieks had faded into silence, replaced by the relentless mantra hammering in my mind.Kill.Destroy.Blood.The words echoed like a sinister drumbeat, their rhythm intoxicating and inescapable. Every time I thought I’d regained control, the curse surged forward, filling my veins with a dark energy that craved more. More blood. More destruction.A rogue leapt at me from the shadows, its fangs bared, but I barely registered the movement. My body acted on instinct, claws slashing through its throat in one swift, brutal motion. Warm blood splattered across my chest, and instead of revulsion, a twisted satisfaction settled in the pit of my stomach.With every drop of blood spilled, the curse grew st
Narrator’s Point of ViewFAR AWAY IN THE CELESTIAL REALMThe celestial hall shimmered under the endless glow of ethereal starlight. The floor was a polished mirror reflecting the heavens, and the air carried a weight of divine authority. Five thrones were arranged in a semicircle, each belonging to a deity, their presence radiant and commanding.Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of light. Her gaze was steady, but her luminous eyes carried the burden of sorrow. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, though her expression was edged with concern. To the left, Hera, the Queen of the Gods, radiated power and authority, her piercing gaze fixed on Selene. Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable.The silence was broken by Hera, her voice sharp as a blade. "His curse grows stronger day by day, Luna," she
Kaiden's Point of View Finally, three months have elapsed and the time has come. I had already left the pack premises 30 minutes ago and was on my way to the silver abyss. That was the only place that came to mind.It was very far from the pack, and void from people except rogues and spirits. So, even if a few rogues have to die tonight, then that’s great. It's better than having to kill innocent people.The wind tore at my face as I sprinted through the forest, the trees blurring past me in dark streaks. My lungs burned with each breath, but I couldn’t stop—not now. The Silver Abyss was still far, and the curse was clawing its way to the surface faster than I’d anticipated.My muscles screamed in protest, but I forced them to keep moving. The pack was behind me, far enough for now, but if I didn’t make it to the abyss in time, the distance wouldn’t matter.The first wave of heat hit me hard, like someone had poured boiling water into my veins. I stumbled, catching myself on a tree t
Kaiden’s Point of View“Slade,” I murmured, my voice barely audible even to myself. “If I can’t end this curse…” I swallowed hard, the weight of the words nearly crushing me. “…then I think it’s better I die.”And with that, I stepped out of the room, leaving behind the echoes of the past and the burden of my unspoken fears.I headed straight to my room, my steps heavy as if the weight of the world pressed down on my shoulders. The grand oak doors creaked slightly as I pushed them open, revealing the familiar sanctuary that was my private space. The room was vast yet inviting, with tall windows draped in thick, dark curtains that barely let in the moonlight.A massive bed with neatly arranged silver-gray sheets dominated the center, its frame carved with intricate patterns of wolves and crescent moons.Despite the elegance and comfort, the room felt cold, a reflection of the emptiness I carried within.I sat on the edge of the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I cradled my aching h