The time when time did not exist...Everything was quiet and still. The world was like an endless space, free and unbound. Nature breathed in a harmonious rhythm, flowing through an immeasurable eternity. Every sound, whether from the whispering wind or the rustling leaves, became a note in the symphony of life, weaving a melody that echoed throughout the universe.A vast meadow stretched out like a green carpet, adorned with flowers of all colors. They invited the sunlight to play along, as did the butterflies dancing joyfully here and there, accompanied by the cheerful songs of birds. Everything blended together in pure happiness, without the burden or worry of tomorrow.Above, the blue sky gently embraced the earth's contents with full sincerity. It offered a boundless view, symbolizing dreams without limits. There was no room for fear. It promised freedom and beauty until the end of timeTo complete this scene, a river flowed, carrying water in a soothing symphony, like a lullaby
His expression changed. The earth had given him a sign, and he lifted his eyes to the night sky and fixed them on the full moon. "No matter what I do, humanity and its desires will never be truly separated. What I've done today is only a temporary solution. In the end, chaos will return as long as people are ruled by their desires."Ignatius closed his eyes in despair. What use was infinite magic if he couldn't save the world from its inevitable collapse? He couldn't live forever. He couldn't protect the world forever. And so...Ignatius' eyes opened again, now glimmering with a faint hope. Perhaps, if he could store his magical power in something, there might still be a way to preserve peace in the world for the ages to come.Full moon, Ignatius whispered in his heart as a glimmer of hope filled his mind. I entrust to you all that I am.Ignatius prepared himself. He steeled his resolve, took a deep breath, and quieted the thoughts that swirled with endless possibilities.The ritual h
Vione's footsteps stopped instantly. She blinked, looked around, and found herself in the presence of an old man whose face seemed familiar."I'll ask you again. Who are you?"Vione swallowed. "I am Vione," she replied as she stepped forward again. She approached the old man and asked him in return. "And who are you?""I am Ignatius."Between her still labored breaths, Vione tried to smile. She put on a calm face, even though her mind was now in a panic. She hadn't expected anyone to see her emerge from the time portal. As a result, she was now confused. There was no way she could explain the situation to just anyone."Tell me, Vione. Why did you come out of the time portal?"Vione froze. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her mind went blank. She couldn't hide the shock that hit her when Ignatius, the old man she thought was just a random person, turned out to know about the time portal."You..." Vione wiped the water from her eyes. She didn't answer Ignatius' question because
"Are you aware of what you just said?" More than aware, Vione had probably thought about it long before her meeting with Ignatius. She had lost count of how many times she had cursed fate, feeling useless despite the power she possessed. She was strong, capable of fighting hundreds of warriors on her own, but it was all useless if she didn't have the power to protect her pack. All her strength was in vain. "I'm aware of what I just said," Vione replied without hesitation; her gaze was steady and full of hope. "Besides, what's the point of having power if I can't do anything when destruction threatens the people I love?" She winced and shook her head repeatedly. "I don't want to be strong just for myself. Power is meant to protect, and if I can't do that, then what's the point?" Ignatius looked deep into Vione's eyes. For a moment he didn't react to her words. He could sense the bitterness that Vione felt. There was a wound deeper than the physical battle—a wound that lingered in he
Ignatius began the ritual as soon as he saw that Vione was ready. He raised both hands in the air, tracing magical patterns he had studied for years. The sky darkened, a sign that nature was answering his call. The incantation Ignatius spoke echoed through the forest. He called upon the power he had entrusted to the full moon. Then the energy surged forth, drawing power from the earth, encircling the two of them, creating a magical ring invisible to ordinary human eyes. Vione stood still at the center of the circle. Her body tensed, preparing for the inevitable change. The air began to quiver. The spell had taken hold. A burning sensation spread through Vione's entire body. Her breathing became heavy and labored, and in an instant, she began to change. Thick, silvery white fur sprouted from Vione's skin. Her claws grew longer and her muscles swelled. Her face stretched into the terrifying snout of a wolf. Vione let out a loud roar as the transformation was complete. A second lat
Vione pushed away the weakness that kept tugging at her. She ignored the malicious whispers that insisted she was only an Omega and would never survive. I may be an Omega, but I'm not that weak.At that moment, Vione felt someone holding her and speaking softly. "Hang on, Vione. Please, hold on. It will be painful, but I know you can make it. No, we can make it. We have to hold on."Strangely, the voice sounded familiar to Vione. Her heart beat faster, her blood flowed more intensely, and heat surged through her body. Vione groaned as the pain hit her all at once. She tried to open her eyes, and what she saw shocked her—it was her own face. Confusion overwhelmed her, making her forget the pain for a moment. Her eyes widened as she noticed something else strange. She was no longer in the recovery room, but in the Amerotha Forest, near the Mystoria Falls. "Vione, are you awake?" Vione gasped, fear prickling her skin. "Who-who are you?" "I am you. I am Vione."Vione gaped, then sho
Usher suddenly had a bad feeling when he saw the Omegas running through the corridors of the palace. It was his usual time to visit Vione in the infirmary. He wanted to check on her, even though Scott always gave him daily reports. For him, visiting Vione wasn't just about knowing her progress; it was also about satisfying the longing he couldn't contain.For Usher, seeing Vione was a necessity. It was like a multivitamin that kept his sanity intact amidst the chaos. That's why he made sure that no day went by without their meeting, even though Vione hadn't woken up yet.Physically, according to Scott's explanation, it was clear that Vione's wounds had improved significantly. Her body was healing rapidly. But the only reason she hadn't woken up in days was because her wolf spirit was weak.As an Omega, Vione wasn't only unlucky because of her lack of strength, but her wolf spirit couldn't recover quickly once it was injured. That's why it took her longer to wake up than other werewolv
Usher wasted no time. He immediately called Garth, while Berg prepared the guards. Together with Rowena and Ayla, they left for the Amerotha Forest.The journey to Amerotha Forest felt tense and took longer than usual. Usher's heartbeat quickened with each passing moment. He hoped they would find Vione safe and sound."Don't worry, Alpha."Suddenly Rowena's voice broke the silence. Usher turned to her. "Rowena.""My gut tells me that nothing bad has happened to Vione," Rowena continued, looking up at the night sky. She saw the full moon shining brightly as usual. "She will be fine."Usher hoped that was true, although he couldn't be sure until he saw Vione with his own eyes. So, when they arrived in the Amerotha Forest, he hurried. He immediately began searching for Vione, while Garth coordinated the others."Vione!"Usher called her name, his voice echoing through the towering trees. His legs moved quickly, tracing every corner of the forest with labored breaths. His heart raced, adr