Who are you?

Zane

The darkness enveloped me like a thick, suffocating blanket. It was as though I was suspended in a void, an eternal limbo where time ceased to exist. I floated there, weightless, aware only of the strange sensation rippling through my being. My body, or whatever remained of it, felt like it was being meticulously reconstructed, piece by piece. I could feel my skin knitting itself back together, the muscles beneath growing stronger and more defined. It was a bizarre, almost painful process, yet it filled me with a twisted sense of anticipation. I knew what was happening: the demon power that had possessed me was giving me a new body, a vessel forged from the darkest depths of the netherworld.

As these changes unfolded, memories flooded back with a searing clarity. The betrayal was the sharpest of all. Amanda, with her honeyed words and false promises, had lured me into a trap. Her pack, loyal to her deceitful cause, had torn me apart without hesitation. I had been naive, foolishly