Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blood Rust (Moon Sinner I): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Stories began ages ago, when the Great Lycan King still ruled all packs. When his hand brought unity between the shifters, the wolves and lycanthropes lived in tolerance of each other. Salvalor always had a shady reputation; their popularity amongst other packs was dead and buried for the cruel ways enforced and the brutality they brought with them. Always the root of trouble, but the sharpest spear of the Kingdom. It wasn’t a secret that back then, the Alpha of Salvalor wanted the Throne. But he couldn’t even begin to fill the shoes of the Lycan King. Until all hell broke loose. Details are unclear, and most of those who had survived the purge died quickly afterwards. Those who didn't choose to talk about it, hence the gaping hole in history. The purge brought Lycans to extinction, and external forces succeeded in the coup. The King’s head hung on the castle gates until it rotted and melted away, and what became of his lineage no one knows. The first that ran was Salvalor, with an o

'I could run. Jump out the window.' The guard is standing pretty far away from it, talking to another wolf. I could time it. My ankle is burning. Every step feels like hot nails are being hammered into the bone. The attempt would end in failure. Plus, I have nowhere to go. I imagine all the packs before mine were already buried in the ground. What is left of them merged with the Salvalor pack or was sold into slavery. I’m lucky enough that I’m still breathing. The dark skinned Lycan left me in a room with a connecting bathroom. I’m struggling with just taking off my shirt as I shuffle towards the bathtub. My ribs are definitely broken; every effort I make and breath I take makes me shudder in pain. As I reach the bathtub, I strip from the torn garments. Turning on the faucet, I sit on the edge and lift my left foot to it. Taking off the ripped piece of my pants from my ankle, I close my eyes when it tugs at the dried blood over the gash. The blood had dried and created a crust with th

A bad start, I admit. I should've kept my mouth shut, but because of my safety, I didn't. Not to say I was wrong about how long it would take us. As of right now, I'm staring at the walls of the cave. We're deeper in, but had to stop and wait for the wolves that got left behind. The Tyrant has some semblance of...responsibility for the wolves in his pack. So I'm sitting on a damp rock a few steps away from the group, occasionally glancing at them. The others have dressed in clothes they brought.Not Malphas. No. He's swinging his 'weapon' around like it's a show, completely comfortable with everyone being able to see everything. Well, almost everyone. I certainly am not.Sighing, I look away from the group once again, casting my gaze into the darkness of the path within this cave. It’s dark, damp, and smells like wet dog. Humidity is high, causing the tunnel to feel stuffy. I know the way well, but the darkness makes me uneasy. There are torches placed on the stony walls, each a reaso

The way down is long. A certain death for most. Even as I keep my gaze straight, I’m acutely aware of the drop should the bridge give in. I’ll die, for sure. But that doesn’t seem to concern anyone. Not even the Tyrant that’s putting me up to this.He’s standing right behind me. Has been for the past minutes that I’ve been working myself up to move. My feet are rooted to the spot. Fear is making me unable to move more than a twitch or two. I keep thinking about the drop, about the bridge, and about how he’s finally showing me how little he cares for someone’s life.Specifically mine.I don’t know why it’s a surprise. Perhaps some sort of foolish hope blossomed in me during that run upstream that I just might be safe under his leadership. Or, should I say, ownership. Breathing deeply isn’t making me any less anxious, the cold sweat makes me shiver as the wind turns sharper, the more time passes.The sound of my heart is in my ears, I can barely hear anything else. Beating fast, skipping

The evolution of wolves came with explosions. So it was when the first wolf shifted into a human, though the details were unclear in scripts written by the first ancestors. Many who followed believed the moon had blessed them with this power, thus creating superiority amongst other races, especially over humans. The moon was worshipped, becoming an ideology and a religion for most. The idea that a goddess watches over them became a popular opinion.Humans didn't survive long with the mass evolution of wolves, who took over the earth in waves of occupation and slaughter. The race... went extinct within years, and the wolves took over even the tiniest corners of caves. For ages, the hierarchy remained primal, but soon enough, the strongest began to divide. So the Alphas were established. Those who were fastest, strongest, their scents transgressed into intensified aromas that they could control and impact lesser wolves. Then there are the Betas, loyal followers and advisors. Deltas and G