LOGINZara's POV
Zara couldn't sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those multiple wolf heads staring back at her from the window.
What was she?
What had she become during that ceremony?
At midnight, she gave up trying to rest and slipped out of her basement room.
The academy was quiet, but not empty.
She could hear movement in the upper floors, probably students sneaking around after curfew.
She'd almost made it to the main staircase when someone stepped out of the shadows.
"You came," Kai said softly.
Zara's heart jumped.
She'd forgotten about his request to meet, but apparently her feet had remembered for her.
"I couldn't sleep anyway," she said.
Kai nodded toward a side door.
"There's a garden behind the east wing. We can talk there without being overheard."
As they walked through the empty corridors, Zara studied Kai's profile in the moonlight streaming through the windows.
He looked tense, like he was carrying a weight too heavy for his shoulders.
"How did you know about Dr. Voss's equipment?" she asked quietly.
"I've seen it before," Kai replied.
"Or something like it."
"Where?"
He was quiet for so long that Zara thought he wouldn't answer.
When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
"In my dreams.The same dreams where I see you."
The garden was small but beautiful, filled with flowers that bloomed only at night.
Kai led her to a stone bench beneath a flowering tree that smelled like jasmine and secrets.
"Zara," he said, sitting down beside her, "I need to tell you something. About who I really am."
She waited, watching the way moonlight caught the silver in his eyes.
"I'm not entirely human," Kai said suddenly.
Zara blinked.
"What do you mean? You're a werewolf, like everyone else here."
"No," Kai shook his head.
"I'm something else. Something that was made, not born."
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his forearm.
In the moonlight, she could see thin lines running under his skin.
They looked like circuitry.
"I have memories that don't belong to me," Kai continued.
"Of places I've never been. Of destroying things I've never seen. And lately, the memories are getting stronger."
Zara reached out hesitantly and touched one of the lines under his skin.
It was warm, and she could feel a faint electrical pulse.
"What are you?" she breathed.
"I think I'm a weapon," Kai said.
"Created by whoever built that equipment in Dr. Voss's examination room. Sent here for a specific purpose."
"What purpose?"
Kai looked at her, and she saw pain in his silver eyes.
"To find you. To study you. And then..."
He didn't finish, but Zara could guess.
"To destroy me?"
"I don't know," Kai admitted.
"The memories are fragmented. But Zara, whatever you are, whatever you became during that ceremony, it's important. Important enough that someone went to a lot of trouble to place me here at exactly the right time."
Zara felt cold despite the warm night air.
"So this is all fake? Your interest in me, the conversations, everything?"
"No," Kai said quickly, catching her hand.
"That's what's confusing me. My feelings for you are real. More real than anything else in my life. But I can't tell what's programmed and what's actually me."
They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in thought.
Finally, Zara spoke.
"I've been having strange dreams too. About being something powerful. Something that could fight back against people who wanted to hurt me."
"What kind of something?"
"I don't know exactly. But in the dreams, I'm not weak. I'm not broken."
She paused, remembering the feeling of transformation earlier that day.
"I think what happened during the ceremony was just the beginning."
Kai squeezed her hand.
"Whatever happens, whatever we find out about ourselves, I want you to know that this us talking, me caring about you, this is real."
Zara looked into his eyes and saw truth there.
Whatever else he might be, his feelings were genuine.
"So what do we do now?" she asked.
"We find out the truth," Kai said.
"About this place, about Dr. Voss, about what they really want with you."
A sound from the academy made them both freeze.
Footsteps on gravel, getting closer.
"Someone's coming," Zara whispered.
KAI’S POVThe portal wasn’t expanding. It was unfolding.Like something on the other side had decided our reality was too small and was gently peeling it open.The eye remained fixed on us.Not blinking. Not wavering.Watching.The hunters had stopped fighting. That alone told me everything I needed to know. These were beings who stepped into fractured timelines without hesitation. Who pruned realities like gardeners trimming branches.And they were stepping back.Zara’s fingers tightened around mine.“Tell me that thing can’t come through,” she whispered.I didn’t lie to her.“I don’t think it needs to.”The eye wasn’t trying to squeeze into our dimension.It was assessing whether we were worth stepping out for.The Moon Goddess shifted back into his human form, white hair falling over his shoulders, silver eyes sharp with something I had never seen in him before.Fear.“That is the Architect.” He said quietly.The elegant hunter’s voice was tight now, stripped of her earlier composur
ZARA’S POVIt smiled at us. That was the worst part. Not the claws that scraped against the fractured air as it stepped through the black portal. Not the way its body seemed stitched from shadows and starlight. Not even the scent of something ancient and metallic that clung to it like dried blood.It smiled.Like it had finally found what it had been looking for.My grip on Kai tightened instinctively. I could feel the new energy humming between us, the merged force of creator and devourer coiled beneath our skin like a living current. It wasn’t wild anymore.It was aware.The creature tilted its head slightly, studying us.“So,” it said, voice smooth and almost amused. “The anomaly.”Its eyes shifted to Kai first.Then to me.Then to the small, contained shadow hovering between us like a dim star.Behind it, more silhouettes moved within the portal. Taller. Broader. Some hunched. Some elegant. All wrong.The Moon Goddess stepped forward, his white fur bristling.“You were not invite
KAI’S POVThe Moon Goddess was afraid.That realization hit me harder than the shadow rising from beneath the fractured city.Zara’s fingers were still tangled in my shirt, her power flaring wild and brilliant after what she had just done. She hadn’t consumed. She had given. She had rewritten the instinct that was supposed to define her.And something ancient had noticed.The shadow towered over us, stretching beyond the burning skyline, its shape unstable, as if it couldn’t decide what form it wanted. Wolf. Void. Starless sky.Its eyes burned like collapsing suns.“You broke the containment,” it said, voice vibrating through bone and memory. “You were never meant to give.”Zara stepped forward before I could stop her.“I’m not meant for anything,” she snapped. “I choose.”The bond surged between us, bright and almost painful. I felt her heart racing, but not from fear.From conviction.The white wolf, no longer pretending to be human, lowered his head slightly.“This entity,” he sai
ZARA’S POVThe air tasted like ash. That was the first thing I noticed. Not fear. Not power. Not even the full moon suspended above us like a silent judge.Ash.Silver buildings stretched across the horizon, their towers cracked open like bones. Flames moved strangely here, slow and deliberate, as if they were being fed by something deeper than wood and stone. Wolves ran through the streets. Some fought. Some fled. Some knelt.The white wolf sat at the highest point of the city, untouched by the fire.Watching.“This isn’t a simulation,” I said quietly.Kai didn’t answer immediately. His hand tightened around mine, grounding but tense. I felt it through the bond, that split in him widening again. The part of him that remembered this place. The part that had stood here before.“No,” he said finally. “It’s the origin.”The word settled into my bones. Origin.The first mistake. The first creation. The first fracture in time.A howl split the sky. Not pain. Not warning. Summoning. The whi
ZARA’S POVThe silver city stretched before us like a nightmare made real. Streets burned in slow-motion waves of violet and silver flame, the light reflecting off the buildings in impossible angles. Smoke rose like serpents, curling toward a sky painted with moons, dozens of them, each pale and cruel. I tightened my grip on Kai’s hand, feeling his pulse steady beneath my palm, but the bond thrummed with an urgency that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.“Kai…” I whispered, voice tight. “Where are we?”He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned the horizon, calculating, measuring, remembering. “This isn’t anywhere in our timeline,” he said finally. “It’s… a projection. A simulation of everything that could go wrong.”I shivered. The wind carried a smell I couldn’t place, iron, ash, and something metallic, almost alive. My Devourer stirred, coiling within me like a spring, wanting to consume the chaos before us, to feed on it, to obliterate it.“No,” Kai said sharply, readi
KAI’S POVThe academy pretended nothing had happened.That was the first thing that scared me.Students moved through the corridors like ghosts with borrowed faces, laughing too loudly, arguing about classes that suddenly felt irrelevant. The walls are re-locked into their neat geometric lines. The wards hummed at a frequency I recognized. Stable. Sanitized.Lying.Zara’s hand was still in mine. She hadn’t let go since the lights came back on, and I hadn’t tried to release her. The bond between us pulsed steadily now, but underneath it was a low vibration, like a countdown ticking somewhere beyond sound.“Ghost protocol,” I murmured.Zara’s jaw tightened. “I don’t like how calmly he said that.”“Neither do I.” I flexed my fingers slowly. My body felt… aligned. Too aligned. The glitching had stopped, but the silence it left behind was worse. “When Ajax resets something, it isn’t a fix. It’s a checkpoint.”Her eyes flicked to me. “You remember him.”“Everything,” I said. “Or at lea







