Masuk029 While the Dark Knight Pack prepared for the traditional ceremony, another pack prepared for blood.Klaus stood alone on the balcony of his estate. The moon was low in the sky, shinning a pale light on the sharp edges of buildings and weapons.Below his gaze, the enemy's territory was sleeping, unaware of the danger that's lurking. They trusted their borders to keep them safe, but the man watching knew he could get in easily. To him, timing was everything — not kindness or mercy."The Marking Ceremony..." The words settled on his tongue like it was a promise, it was almost poetic.For generations, the Dark Knight Pack had treated the ceremony as sacred — an evening when there'll be less vigilance, when warriors lowered their guard in honor to tradition. Patrols will be thinned, and their attention will be divided between ritual and celebration."Now, this is what I call a beautiful flaw…" Klaus muttered slighhtly under his breath as his lips curved faintly.He had known of the cer
028 ||Few Days Later||Rebecca could walk again. The dizziness wasn't as often as it was the that night, the pounding in her head was no longer sharp enough to steal her breath.Rebecca felt like everyone was staring at her wherever she went. Some people were just curious, some pretended to feel sorry for her, and others were secretly judging her. So she learned to be careful — she kept her head down, walked calmly, and only spoke only when she's expected.She'd figured out a long time ago that staying quiet was the best way to protect herself. Her life has been risked so many times, she doesn't know who wants dead or not.When Kenziel summoned the pack to the main hall out of the blues, no one was surprised.The hall filled quickly, boots echoing against stone as the pack's members walked in. Torches burned high along the walls, their flames were steady, lighting up banners that bore the pack’s crest — it was an ancient symbols of loyalty, strength, and blood-bound history.Rebecca
027 Slowly, she was regaining consciousness, as the darkness she was enveloped in was starting to fade.Rebecca surfaced in fragments — little by little, she was regaining her memory as she woke. A low hum filled her ears and the air smelled sharp and clean, stinging her nose with antiseptic so strong it made her throat tighten.And amidst all these, pain followed — even though it wasn't that sharp and immediate type.She felt a dull, relentless ache at the back of her skull, pulsing at the same time with her heartbeat. It felt as though her head were wrapped too tightly as she felt pressure pressing inward from every side.She tried to move but the effort sent a wave of nausea crashing through her, forcing a small, broken sound from her lips."Oh, Rebecca...!" The voice cut through the haze, sounding really loud and trembling.Rebecca's eyes lashes fluttered open and her gaze met with the dim lights overhead, pale walls, unfamiliar shadows that seems to stretchEd across the ceiling.
026 The party was already getting wilder as people laughed loudly. Some were telling jokes to another, while some just smiled at nothing in particular.Crystal glasses clinked endlessly as servants moved with trays that were refilled too often, and the music that was once elegant was now carrying a restless energy.Rebecca stood near the staircase landing holding a glass with her. She hadn’t had a taste of the wine, well, she did not need to.The memories were enough to make her dizzy. Aside that, being in a crowdy place always did this to her due to the too many voices, too many bodies, and even the too many ways that things could go wrong.The past had taught her that danger rarely announced itself, instead, it smiled and blend in after waiting patiently for the perfect time."Rebecca..." That soft pleasant voice she couldn't miss called in a calmed tone.Rebecca turned slowly, that moment she feLt her shoulders stiffened as she saw Brenda approaching. The woman wore a gentle smile
025 Rebecca wasn't listening as the three men, with Alexander included, talked and laughed. Sometimes, so as not to raise suspicion, she will flash KenziEl a smile absentmindedly, but that doesn't stop the swirling in her heart.‘This isn't how it happened before. What changed…?’ She couldn't help but keep asking herself as she stares at Carson. He looks calms and relaxed, like everything that's happening now was supposed to — as if nothing really changed.In her best memory, Carson's arrival now was definitely different from her first life. Is this a good sign or an ominous one? What does this really point at? Will she be able to stop her death, or will it come earlier than it was supposed to?"Rebecca had prepared everything ahead…" Hearing her name was enough to snap her out of her train of thought. It was Kenziel, he turned to her with a soft appreciative smile. "She had insisted on doing everything herself beforehand, and good thing I let her."Rebecca smiled with a silent nod,
024 "Carson…?!" Kenziel blurted out, his face was the perfect mixture of surprise and confusion. "Tell me it's not you.""If you believed I'm not, what can I say then?" Carson said sarcastically, shrugging his shoulders."Man, how many years it is already?" Kenziel said with a small laugh. "You didn't even changed a bit, it's as though you're aging backward.""I could say the same too." Carson replied, reciprocating Kenziel's energy. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your mate bond ceremony.""You're here now…" Kenziel pointed out. "That's all matters, even though I'm a little bit surprised you're here. What happened?"Carson smiled and patted Kenziel's left shoulder. "Let's talk when we're setted, man." He told the latter, his smile fading a little.Kenziel had wanted to say something but Alexander beat him to it by clearing his throat light. "Alpha…" Alexander called out and Kenziel understood better."Uh, Carson..." Kenziel started, gesturing to AleXander and then to Herzl who has







