Prologue

Elita

I was the last surviving werewolf in the world—a fate worse than death.

Once, the werewolves and Lycan Kings ruled the lands. We were united, powerful, and unstoppable.

Now, I walked alone among the land of the savage vampires and cruel humans.

It was my betrayal that ended our rule and destroyed my race until I was the sole survivor of the war that wiped out everyone.

But I didn’t regret what I did to end up here, in a world where the history of Lycans and werewolves was long forgotten.

Because I had him.

Levian Seisti, the original vampire, and a man who I thought was my mate.

He loved me, or that’s what I believed. He said he was my destiny and so, I followed him blindly even when I never felt the connection with him.

Until…he turned his back on me and my illusion shattered.

The vampires and humans were now hunting me down, to end the legacy of werewolves, to end me.

I ran and pleaded with everyone I knew. I waited for Levian to come to save me. I prayed to the Moon Goddess to spare my life, something I never thought I would do again.

I had to survive and find the one thing that was promised to me. I had to bring them back from the dead.

But my desperation was in vain, my prayers went unanswered, and the man who claimed to love me was nowhere to be found.

And then…

I realized what it was like to be the only one of your kind. A werewolf alone in a world full of vampires and humans was doomed to meet a fate fit for a sinner.

As time ran short, I found myself in front of the only stone sculpture left of the Lycan King who once ruled the land. Lycan King Dustin Landric.

I didn’t know why I kept the location of that sculpture hidden all those years, but as I looked at the features of the man who was long gone, I was reminded of what he said to me in his last moments.

“ You will regret it, Elita. ”

I couldn’t remember what his voice was like anymore. I couldn’t remember his face and only knew him from the sculpture that was left behind as the memory of the man once loved by everyone.

In my desperate moments, I had tried to find comfort in the dead, in the stone that couldn’t turn back to a man again.

And then the vampires and humans found me.

As they drained me of my blood…

As they ripped my limbs and burned me at the stake…

As I saw my so-called mate becoming part of the crowd that took my life…

I was filled with a coldness so strong that it froze me amidst the rage of fire.

When pain spread, and my life hung by a thread, I kept my eyes on the stone. Dustin Landric.

When his words echoed in my ears again, I accepted the truth…

He was right.

I regretted it.

If I had another chance, I would never betray him and become the end of my kind.

And the people who now laughed at my burning body would pay for the pain they caused me.

In my final moments, as the flames consumed me, I vowed that I would return if there was any justice in this world or the next as I stared at the cold stone.

And when I did, the world will remember the power and fury of the werewolves. They will remember me.

Elita Folke.

The end to a rule, and the beginning of a new era.