Mag-log inDivinaI woke up inside pitch-black darkness.I blinked once. Twice. Three times. Nothing changed.One minute I was in my room, the next minute, glasses were shattering above me, throwing shards of itself around me, and another minute, darkness surrounds me. Is it night already? I asked myself, my voice trapped inside my own head, trying not to overthink. I stretched my hand out into the void, trying to feel for the familiar carved wood of my bedpost or the cool stone of my bedroom wall. But my fingers hit empty air. The temperature was wrong. The air tasted metallic, stale, and freezing cold.A violent surge of panic hit my chest like a physical blow.This place didn't look or feel like my bedroom at all.I scrambled to push myself up off the freezing floor, my knees trembling violently beneath my weight. I reached out blindly with both hands, trying to anchor myself against something, anything, but my vision was completely terrible.Why couldn’t I see anything?Where the hell was
Marcellous What was going on in my mind wasn't even about the cursed symbol itself. It was about its terrifying relationship to Divina—and how the fuck Lilith had managed to escape my dungeon without a single blade being drawn with or without Demon Lilith. That just showed how powerful she was. My mind was reeling, heavy thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic storm of rage and fear. Suddenly, I stopped pacing around. My eyes snapped right back to the dark blood symbol smeared across the cold stone floor. I rushed toward it, dropping heavily onto one knee beside the dark stain. Alicia and Nate’s attention spiked instantly, their posture stiffening as they stared at me in intense suspense. "I have seen this mark before..." I growled out, my voice raspy and low. "...aside from Divina." Nate took a quick step closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "Where, Marcellous? Where else have you seen it?" "It wasn't in a book," I muttered, my mind racing backward through blood-soake
Nate We hurried down into the deepest, darkest level of the dungeon, our boots echoing loudly off the cold stone corridors. When we reached the cell block, Alicia was already standing there inside the open doorway. Her dark eyebrows were furrowed together in a mix of pure confusion and absolute terror. I stepped past the threshold and looked around the cramped space where Lilith had been kept. My eyes immediately scanned the iron framework, expecting to see shredded metal or snapped hinges. But Ancient Lilith hadn't simply broken the lock or blasted the door down from the outside. Alicia turned her head toward us, her fingers trembling as she pointed toward the iron gate. "Nate... Alpha... look at this." I crouched down slightly to inspect the lock mechanism. "The latch... it wasn't forced from the outside, Marcellous." Alicia discovered the horrifying truth a second later, her voice dropping into a shaky whisper. "The cell wasn't broken from the outside. It was opened from the
Lilith's POV "Lilith?" I gasped out, my raw voice scraping painfully against the back of my dry throat. "Yes," the ethereal woman purred, her dark eyes flashing like dying stars in the pitch-black cell. "The first Lilith." My eyes widened in horror. "That's... that's fucking impossible." My mind raced backward, tumbling through dark memories of my early childhood. My father used to tell me terrifying bedtime tales about the Queen of Demons—the original Lilith, the ancient ruler of the Downworld. They were horrifying stories, cruel and bloody, not even remotely fit for a little child to hear. I was so young back then, and those tales had terrified me so deeply that I spent years shivering under my blankets, terrified of the dark. I forced myself to fight against the excruciating weight of the heavy silver chains, gritting my bloody teeth as I managed to raise my heavy head. I had gathered the little energy left in me channelling it to my lycan's power so I could use it to
Last Night,LilithGuessing from how dark it is, I can tell that it's night already. Not that this fucking dungeon was easy to differentiate between night and day.Every single second spent inside this freezing stone pit felt like an eternal stretch of torture. It was hell on earth. Absolute hell!I used to laugh whenever older warriors said that anyone who enters the lowest cells of Marcellous’s dungeon never comes out the same again. I used to think they were just being dramatic. But now, trapped in the pitch-black silence, I finally understood why. The endless darkness eats away at your sanity, chewing through your mind until you start doubting your own existence.And the worst part wasn't even the dark.Whenever I closed my eyes, the image of that weak and pathetic looking scrag came straight to my mind—Divina. That wolfless, useless stray who had stolen everything that was supposed to be mine.I was kneeling on the cold, jagged stone beneath me, my bare knees bruised and bleed
Marcellous I stood on the training grounds like a fucking statue, torn down the center. I could still hear the ghost of her voice ringing in my ears, cutting through the morning breeze like a rusty blade. I'm not fit to be your Luna. "Marcellous, we need to move," Nate said, his voice urgent, his hand gripping my shoulder blade. "If Lilith was released with blood magic, she could be anywhere inside the fortress." Onyx roared inside my head, his dark paws tearing at the back of my mind. Fuck Lilith. Find Divina. And for the first time in my entire fucking life, I was genuinely tempted not to give a single damn about an escaped prisoner. I didn't care about cell blocks, iron bars, or runaway traitors. I just wanted to run through those doors, haul my mate into my arms, and erase every trace of dirt and sorrow from her face. I stared helplessly at the doors Divina had just disappeared through. I’m pathetic. Her broken, sobbing voice replayed inside my head over and over again,







