Losing Hope

All her life, Hope has been different. Her mother was captured by hunters who impregnated her then experimented on her while she was pregnant. It wasn’t until Hope shifted for the first time that she and others truly understood what the hunters had done. Hope is a true hybrid, embodying traits of both animals. Rather than having one dominant gene and one animal to shift into, Hope shifts into an animal that is part wolf and part bear. Because she’s different, Hope has always been bullied by other wolves. Levi is the half-brother of Guardian Grace. He was a toddler when Grace confronted and killed their father in a battle of dominance. Thankfully, Grace and her mate, Eli, took Levi and his mother into their pack, where Levi has grown up. Hope and Levi have naturally been drawn to each other as misfits within their pack. They’ve grown up as friends, but as they’ve gotten older, they’ve felt a different sort of relationship blossoming between them. When Hope turns eighteen, she recognizes Levi as her mate. Levi is thrilled, having loved Hope for years. But Hope doesn’t feel worthy of Levi and refuses to accept him as her mate. He convinces her not to reject him, but when he pushes her too hard, Hope flees, leaving Levi destitute and desperate to find her. Levi searches everywhere for Hope unable find her until help comes from an unexpected place. When he finally finds Hope again, can Levi convince her that she was meant for him? Will Hope be able to trust Levi with the secret that caused her to run in the first place? Can the two of them come together, two misfits, fitting together to make something perfect? Find out in this Guardians Spin-off.

Senior Police Officer II Timotheus Alfarez died in an accident after he lost his beloved daughter due to pandemic crisis scattered throughout the world. He reincarnated two years back where he has a chance to change the future by investigating the deadly disease and preventing it to happen in the future. "The dying world needs hope and the hope starts with you."

Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring. Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding. That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride. "Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy. As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's no rush for us. We've got plenty of time. I promise I'll give you an even better wedding. Just help me out this time. It's not like I'm not going to marry you." He didn't know that I had revised the wedding plan hundreds of times, even counted and recounted the bouquets seven times. To me, it wasn't mere work—it was a dream I held for five long years. I didn't argue anymore, just quietly stepped aside. Later, I lay alone in a hospital bed, listening to the rain tapping against the window from outside. I counted each drop as the hours slipped through my fingers. Perhaps those who worked so hard to create happiness for others had lost the right to their own happiness.

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every night until dawn, the news finally arrived. Vanessa was pregnant. But the announcement that followed shattered whatever hope I had left. She and Derek were getting married. "Daddy, is someone getting married?" Looking at the wedding decorations filling our home, I pulled my confused daughter into my arms. "Yes," I told her quietly. "Mom is marrying the person she loves. So it's time for us to move out too." What Vanessa never understood was that marriage was never what mattered most to me.

My husband forces me to donate my remaining kidney to his true love. He wants to save her from death by uremia. I try to tell him that I have kidney failure—I'll die if I donate my kidney. However, he roars, "Stop playing your jealous games when Shawna is so gravely ill! Don't you have a heart?" Under his forcefulness, I'm taken to the hospital to get my kidney removed. Ultimately, I die in a corner of the hospital.

By the tenth engagement party, Samantha Moore stood me up again. I called her to ask what happened. What I didn't realize was that my phone was still connected to the banquet hall speakers. A second later, the entire room went dead silent. Soft, breathless moans spilled through the sound system. Then Samantha's voice came on, shaky and uneven. "Caleb... my department planned a team hike today. We're almost at the top. About the engagement party... let's just do it another time. I have to go." She hung up. For a moment, nobody moved. Then the room erupted into chaos. Gasps, whispers, and a few harsh laughs filled the banquet hall. Some people did not even bother hiding their amusement. Even the servers were glancing at me as if I were nothing more than a pathetic joke. I had proposed to Samantha ninety-nine times before she finally said yes, and yet she had never once shown up to our engagement party—not once. I stood there quietly, took the engagement ring from my pocket, and dropped it into the fish tank beside the stage. After seven years of waiting, forgiving, and making excuses for her, I finally understood the truth. I had mistaken my patience for love, and she had mistaken my love for permission to hurt me. I used to believe that if I loved her enough, she would eventually choose me. Instead, every time I lowered myself for her, she only pushed the line further. This was the tenth time she had humiliated me in front of everyone, and it would be the last. From that day on, she was no longer part of my future.