All Chapters of Wolf's Passion Addiction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vardan kicked Sora’s ribs until the youth collapsed into the frozen snow. A stinging pain exploded in Sora’s chest. He coughed, vomiting clear fluid mixed with silver flecks onto the cold white surface. The sound of Vardan’s footsteps approached, heavy and certain, crushing the ice crust beneath his boots. "Get up. You move like a human waiting for death," Vardan growled. Sora gripped a chunk of ice with trembling hands. His silver claws forced their way out, tearing the flesh around his own cuticles. The heat began to burn his marrow again. The serum frequency in his blood reacted to the adrenaline, creating a painful hum inside his eardrums. He forced his body to stand even though his knee joints felt as if they were about to give way. "Again," Sora hissed. He lunged forward. Sora’s movement this time was faster. He aimed for Vardan’s throat with the combat knife in his right hand. Vardan shifted only an inch. He caught Sora’s wrist and twis

The descent from the mountains was a blur of jagged rocks and freezing mist. Sora moved at the front. His body felt lighter, fueled by the cold fire in his veins that refused to let his muscles fatigue. Every few minutes, a sharp electric needle pricked the back of his skull. It was the tracker. It was Aidan’s ghost, whispering through the synapses of his brain. "Stop," Vardan commanded. Sora skidded to a halt on a narrow ridge. He turned, his silver eyes cutting through the fog. Vardan was looking at the small device Elior held. The jammer was sparking. A thin trail of acrid smoke rose from its casing. "The signal is breaking through. It is fighting the jammer," Elior said. His voice was thin, his body shivering as the suppressant withdrawal began to set in. Sora felt the sting in his neck intensify. It wasn't just a signal anymore. It was a vibration. He could feel the Corvin satellite array locking onto his position from miles above. It fel

Aidan tapped the screen of his tablet. A low hum filled the room as the glass tanks began to vibrate. The floating failed experiments within the fluid twitched. Their eyes remained closed, but their muscles spasmed in a grotesque mimicry of life. Aidan stepped back, his boots clicking rhythmically against the pristine floor."You look different, Sora," Aidan said. His voice was clinical, devoid of any brotherly warmth. "The silver blood has settled well. Your neural pathways are rebuilding themselves at a rate we never predicted. Vardan’s ritual was a crude solution, but it catalyzed the transformation perfectly."Sora didn't respond with words. He lunged. The distance between them vanished in a fraction of a second. He aimed a clawed strike at Aidan’s throat, intending to end the game then and there. But Aidan wasn't a defenseless scientist. He moved with a jerky, unnatural speed. He ducked the blow and drove a palm into Sora’s solar plexus.The impact felt like a sledg

The safehouse in the industrial district was a hollowed-out meatpacking plant. It smelled of stale grease and old death. Vardan threw Aidan into a rusted meat locker, the heavy steel door clanging shut with a sound that signaled the end of the architect’s freedom. Sora stood by the window, watching the rain wash the soot and blood from his knuckles. His skin was still buzzing, a low-voltage reminder of the power he had unleashed."The keys, Aidan. Now," Vardan’s voice echoed through the locker.Sora turned away from the window. He walked toward the locker, his boots clicking on the blood-stained concrete. Inside, Aidan sat on a hook-lined bench, his hands bound with silver-threaded wire. He looked pathetic, but his eyes were still darting around, calculating."You think the Northern facilities are just labs," Aidan coughed, spitting a glob of blood onto the floor. "They’re holding cells for the failures. But they also house the data on Dante’s true project. The Valente l

The ground beneath the Northern peaks groaned as the Iron Grave began its internal collapse. Sora stood at the mouth of the tunnel, his silhouette framed by the orange glow of the venting gas behind him. The blizzard outside lashed at his face, but the snow melted before it could touch his skin. His body was a storm of heat and high frequency. The realization that his entire existence was a laboratory experiment had finally snapped the last thread of his restraint. "The self destruct is locked. We have three minutes," Vardan said, his hand heavy on Sora’s shoulder. Vardan dragged Aidan toward the truck, throwing him into the back like a sack of unwanted meat. Elior scrambled into the driver’s seat, his face ashen as he watched the steel bulkhead of the refinery begin to buckle under the internal pressure. Sora didn't move. He stared at the flickering red light of the terminal one last time through the retreating doors. He saw the image of the baby with silver eyes. He saw the cold,