MasukAlpha Kingsley POV The day of the conclave meeting arrived sooner than I expected. I had barely slept the previous night. The news about the Moon Temple reopening continued to occupy my thoughts, mixing with everything Darius had said before the curse silenced him forever. Too many things were happening at once. The Evil God Organization was becoming bolder. Their followers were carrying out blood rituals in different territories, innocent humans were being slaughtered, and strange movements had been reported across several packs. Then there was the Moon Temple. A sanctuary that had remained sealed for countless generations had suddenly reopened just like the prophecy foretold. And somewhere in the middle of all this was Olivia’s location still unknown. I couldn’t shake the feeling that these events were connected. By sunrise, the Blood Shadow Warriors were already prepared. Their black uniforms stood out against the pale morning mist as they gathered outside the pack house
Alpha Kingsley POV There had to be something hidden inside them. It just that I hadn’t figured it out yet. The heavy metal doors closed behind me as I left the blood chamber. The cold air of the dungeon followed me for several steps before gradually becoming warmer. My thoughts were too occupied. On my way back to the pack house, I had only made it halfway through the underground passage before Andrew, my Beta, came rushing toward me. The moment I saw his face, I knew something urgent had happened. Andrew was rarely flustered.He was one of the most composed people I knew. If he was running through the passage instead of walking calmly like he normally did, then whatever had happened was serious. I stopped. He almost collided with me before immediately coming to a halt. “Alpha.” He bowed quickly, holding a sealed scroll in his hand. His breathing was heavier than usual. I stared at him. “What’s the problem?” I asked. He hesitated. “Why do you look so
Alpha Kingsley POV Still holding him in my hands, I placed a finger beneath his nostrils. Nothing. He wasn’t breathing. He was dead. Dead before he could divulge whatever information he knew, and something told me it was related to Olivia’s disappearance. I stared at his lifeless face, refusing to believe that he had simply died in front of me. How could he die so suddenly? Although I had tortured him with the flesh-eating black worms I bred, it wasn’t enough to kill him. They were designed to make their victims wish for death, not actually cause it. They attacked the organs connected to the nerves and pain receptors while avoiding vital tissues. Everything was under my control. Or at least, that was what I had believed. I lowered Darius’s body slightly and examined him again. His skin had turned pale. Black blood stained the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down his chin and onto his bare chest. His eyes were still open, frozen in an expression that looked almost te
Alpha Kingsley POVThe cries of prisoners echoed behind the iron bars separating the different sections.Some screamed, some begged, while others had become too weak to make proper sounds. Only muffled groans escaped their throats.An ordinary person would probably throw up before taking ten steps.I kept walking. The guards stationed along the passage straightened whenever I passed, bowing their heads in respect.None of them dared speak a word.I eventually reached a massive metal gate constructed from silver powder mixed with obsidian steel and other precious ores.The material was poisonous to werewolves and impenetrable to invasion. Even touching it without protection would burn the skin.I removed the special token from my pocket and pressed it against the locking mechanism.Click.The heavy gate opened.A wave of cold air struck my face. It was the kind of cold that slipped beneath the skin and settled directly against the bones.I stepped inside.The torches along the walls fl
Alpha Kingsley POV My steps were slow but steady as I walked toward the Blood Chamber, a special department of my dungeon reserved for prisoners who required my… special attention. And when I say special attention, you should already know what I mean. The Blood Chamber’s reputation preceded itself, and even members of my own pack dreaded going anywhere near it. There had been rumors that I reared ghosts, malicious spirits, and ferocious beasts down there. A night tale invented by idle parents to frighten their children into absolute obedience. Perhaps the rumors were exaggerated. Perhaps they weren’t. I had never bothered correcting anyone. As I walked toward the Blood Chamber, my eyes landed on a patch of beautiful wild roses growing beside the pathway. No one tended to them. No gardener watered them or trimmed their branches, yet they continued spreading across the earth, stubbornly blooming wherever they found enough sunlight. I stopped for a moment. They reminded me of
Olivia POVIt sighed dejectedly and began.“It was long ago, during the ancient Holy War. I fought against the Evil God’s Apostles and their followers, laying waste to thousands,” it recounted, a proud grin appearing on its face as it spoke about how it had slain countless Evil God worshippers.“Due to my massive slaughter, the Evil God’s organization deployed a team of Dark Envoys to kill me. But I defeated them. Before they died, however, they sacrificed their lives to plague me with these cursed chains,” it narrated.“Can’t you break out of these chains?” I asked further.“In my prime, maybe.”“But these chains are dark curses that are slowly eating away at my lifespan and strength. If my lady were still around, perhaps there would be hope,” the old dragon stated.I stood up slowly from my throne and walked toward it. I traced the outline of the chains and the runes engraved across them, and a bold idea formed in my head.I bit my thumb, and a single drop of blood fell onto the cha







