In the dim, brooding atmosphere of his private study, Dr. Percy sits hunched over a weathered tome, his mind adrift in the labyrinth of secrets he has kept locked away for years. The scent of old parchment and the faint flicker of candlelight do little to ease the tension that has built up in the room like a dense fog. The walls, lined with ancient texts and relics from a world long forgotten, seem to close in on him, as if conspiring to unearth the dark truths he has buried deep within his soul. His once sharp and calculating eyes now betray the weariness of a man who has lived too many lives and kept too many secrets.The door creaks open, and Chloe steps in, her presence immediately shattering the fragile calm that Dr. Percy has tried to maintain. Her soft footsteps echo in the stillness, each one a reminder of the storm that is about to break. Chloe—with her long silver hair like nine inches bone-straight cascading over her shoulders all the down to her waist, eyes like molten ambe
Dr. Percy turns sharply, his patience fraying at the edges. "Enough, Chloe!" he snaps, his voice like a whip crack in the tense air. "You have no idea what you’re meddling with. There are forces at play here that you cannot begin to comprehend."Chloe steps back, more out of shock than fear. Her father’s outburst is uncharacteristic, but it only strengthens her resolve. "Then explain it to me. I deserve to know the truth—about you, about that creature, about everything."Dr. Percy’s mind races, calculating the potential fallout of revealing what he has kept hidden for so long. He knows Chloe’s determination is unyielding, but he also knows that the truth could destroy them—or worse, draw them into the darkness he has fought to keep at bay."You don’t understand," he begins, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "The creature you speak of… it’s not just a mindless beast. It’s a creation, an abomination borne of forbidden knowledge and twisted ambition. It’s tied to a power far greater
Dr. Percy sits alone in his dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and candle wax. The room, a shrine to history, is lined with ancient tomes, maps of old battlefields, and relics of a time long past. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows that dance like ghosts on the walls. Valentine and Chloe’s departure leave a lingering tension in the air, but their presence is quickly overshadowed by the resurgence of memories long buried beneath centuries of blood and ash.His hands tremble slightly as he holds an old, worn dagger—its hilt adorned with runes of protection, a relic from a life he once led as a mortal. The blade, stained with the blood of countless foes, still gleams with a dark, almost malevolent sheen. Percy’s eyes, once human, now shine with a cold, otherworldly light—a testament to the centuries he has lived, the battles he has fought, and the horrors he has witnessed.He closes his eyes, letting the memories wash over him l
A few years later, in the midst of this desolation, Percy encountered Maria—a woman on the brink of death, savagely assaulted and teetering on the edge of oblivion. Desperation shone in her eyes as she begged Percy to transform her, to grant her the power to exact vengeance upon those who had wronged her. Reluctantly, he complied, and Maria unleashed her fury with a bloodlust that terrified even him. She hunted down her tormentors with a gruesome pleasure, reveling in their demise. Yet, when the last drop of their blood had been spilled, she found herself hollow, devoid of purpose.Driven by a need to repay her perceived debt, Maria insisted on staying by Percy’s side. Despite his protests, she vowed to be a mother to the twins, who had been left without one. The children, barely five years old, were easily convinced that Maria was their long-lost mother, returned from her travels to reclaim them. And so, they began anew as a family, forging a semblance of completeness that had eluded
Valentine walks with an air of determination, his every step purposeful, though his heart is far from settled. His thoughts are a turbulent sea, roiling with emotions he scarcely knows how to control. The creature that looms on the horizon, a threat to all they hold dear, barely registers in his mind. It is the thought of Selena, only Selena, who occupies the landscape of his complicated mind, his heart—his very soul.He arrives at Selena’s home, a modest yet inviting cottage nestled at the heart of Laketown. Mrs. Robinson greets him at the door with a warm, knowing smile. Her eyes, however, hold a trace of concern as she surveys the young man before her, sensing the weight he carries.“Good morning, Valentine,” she says, her voice gentle yet probing. “What brings you here so early? Selena’s already at work.”Valentine nods, though disappointment flickers in his eyes. “I wanted to see her, but... perhaps it’s better this way. May I speak with you for a moment, Mrs. Robinson?”She step
“Wilson...” Selena’s voice is barely above a whisper, her heart sinking as she realizes what he’s overheard.Wilson’s eyes, once warm with affection, are now as hard as stone. Without a word, he turns and walks away, his broad shoulders stiff with the effort of containing his rage.“Wilson, wait!” Selena calls after him, panic rising in her chest. She starts to run after him, but Valentine grabs her arm, desperate to keep her from leaving.“Let him go, Selena. He’ll come around.”She glares at him, fury blazing in her blue eyes. “You don’t understand, Valentine. You’ve ruined everything!”With a surge of strength, she shoves him away, sending him crashing into a parked car with such force that the metal crumples beneath him. A commotion erupts in the parking lot as people rush to see what’s happening, but Selena is already sprinting after Wilson, her heart pounding in her chest.Valentine lies on the ground, the breath knocked out of him, the taste of blood in his mouth. He watches hel
A little while later, almost lost in the reverie of his flummoxity he hears footsteps outside the door and his heart skips a beat as the scent of jasmine reaches his nostrils. Selena. The very thought of her name sends a fresh wave of conflicting emotions crashing over him.The door creaks open softly, hesitantly, and Selena steps into the office—her presence immediately filling the room with a strange, almost oppressive tension. Wilson lifts his head, his expression dark and unreadable as he looks at her. There’s no warmth in his eyes, no relief at her presence—only a cold, distant anger that makes her heart clench with fear.“Wilson…” she begins, her voice tentative, trying to gauge his mood. But he cuts her off with a sharp wave of his hand.“I don’t want to talk about it, Selena,” he says, his voice flat, devoid of the love that once colored every word he spoke to her. “I can’t even look at you right now.”Selena flinches as if he’s struck her. She knew this confrontation was inevi
Jason storms through the dense forest, his heart pounding in his chest as the trees whip past him. His mind is a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and a thirst for vengeance—vengeance for his Alpha… that burns hotter with each passing second. The thought of Valentine daring to steal Selena from Wilson—his Alpha, his brother in all but blood—fills him with a rage that he can barely contain.He knows where to find Valentine. The son of Percy isn’t hard to track, especially when he’s been sniffing around Selena like a dog in heat. Jason’s thoughts turn dark as he imagines how he’ll confront the arrogant bastard, how he’ll make him pay for the pain he’s caused. Blood for blood—that’s the law of the pack, and Jason intends to see it through.When he reaches the edge of the lone forest, around where the Adam mansion remotely sits, the moonlight casts a pale glow over the small clearing where Valentine stands, as if he’s been expecting someone’s arrival. He’s leaning casually against a tree, his