LOGINViolet . The sound of the cheers that erupted after Hertor's head fell still echoed through my mind. It had been days since the execution happened, weeks, but I still couldn't sleep at night without hearing those voices or watching the scene replay itself over and over again. That sound haunted me, just like the reality of everything I had done. Part of me tried to see those cheers as the conclusion of my actions, as a celebration of my revenge. I was finally the leader of both packs, Karin and Noar. I stood above everyone and everything. I had avenged my mother, my father, my entire pack. I had reclaimed the position that had been mine by birthright. I had brought down everyone who stood against me and risen from the ashes. I had fallen into darkness, adapted to it, consumed it, and returned stronger, more capable. I had accomplished everything I had set out to do. But at what cost? I thought I would finally find peace. I thought I would be satisfied. I believed that
Hertor.The suffocating smell of blood was the first thing that hit me the moment I stepped into the dungeon.It wasn't as if I wasn't used to blood. I'd spilled plenty of it on the battlefield, both mine and my enemies'. But this was different.With every step I took toward the blood-soaked body, I knew. That blood belonged to my soul brother, the brother I had betrayed for a woman: Rayan.He was there, his lifeless eyes staring into nothingness, his expression twisted into what looked like the final trace of heartbreak, a last moment frozen forever in the face of betrayal. His body hung from the chains, his head slumped forward, blood still dripping slowly onto the stone floor.My gaze instinctively shifted, and I saw her.She was kneeling before him, the dagger still clutched in her hand. Blood was splattered across her body. She stared motionlessly at the ground, as though trapped in a state of shock.The cold silence surrounding us felt heavier than the stone walls themselves, m
“What…?” He blinked, confused, as if his mind hadn’t processed my words.“There was never a child,” I continued. “It was part of the plan. The only way to make you lower your guard, to ensure you wouldn’t kill me before the right moment. The Karin bloodline ends here. With you.”His face went pale, his mouth falling open without a sound as the shock spread through him. He seemed to be trying to reorganize the world inside his head, but everything was collapsing too fast.“So…” his voice broke along with his gaze. “So nothing we lived… nothing was real? It was all part of your plan?”The question hurt more than I expected.I stayed silent for a few seconds, feeling its weight.“Who knows…” I exhaled. “Maybe it was all just a cruel joke by the Goddess in the end.”He kept staring at me, searching for meaning in my words, while my gaze drifted to the ceiling before returning to him, spilling the truth I had denied for so long.“But it was real to me,” I said. “The passion, the desire, th
The transformation came like a long, heavy sigh.The bones retreated, the skin reformed, and my world returned to a human scale. My paws became bloodstained hands, and the metallic taste lingered in my mouth even after the fangs disappeared.I remained standing for a few seconds without moving, simply feeling my body relearn how to exist that way, as if every muscle needed permission to obey again. The adrenaline was still racing through my veins.I took a deep breath.The room had been reduced to a heap of glass, wood, and blood. A sight far worse and far more violent than when Iris and Onix had fought. I lowered my gaze again; before me, Roamur’s body lay motionless on the floor, his throat torn open, his eyes empty.I had killed my parents’ executioner. I had completed my vengeance.At least that part of it.Slowly, I raised my face toward the two-way mirror.On the other side stood my tormentor, the one who had to pay not only for the sins carried in his blood, but for those commi
Violet.The first growl tore through the air before I even had time to think.It didn’t come only from my throat, it came from Iris, from the depths of our shared chest, from an ancient place where pain never healed.Roamur answered in the same language, a deep sound laden with challenge, power, and the arrogance that had always defined him. Two predators recognizing each other, two blood-bound destinies colliding.We leapt at one another.The impact was violent. We rolled across the bedroom floor, furniture hurled against the walls, wood splintering under the weight of bodies that no longer knew restraint. Claws met flesh, fangs missed by inches, hot breaths mingled with the immediate scent of blood.He was strong, stronger than Rayan, stronger than me.Roamur slammed me into the wall with a brutal strike. The air was knocked from my lungs in a painful crash. The world spun for a moment, stars dancing before my eyes, but I refused to fall. I twisted my body at the last second, diggi
Rayan.The first thing I felt was the headache.An uncomfortable pressure behind my eyes, as if someone had squeezed my skull from the inside and forgotten to let go. A strange heaviness, accompanied by a bitter taste in my mouth and an abnormal slowness in my thoughts.I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling the weight of my eyelids lifting, and stared at my surroundings, shrouded in dense darkness.For a second that lasted far too long, I thought I was still asleep, that the room was simply unlit, that Violet was beside me, that all of it was nothing more than the remnants of a bad dream.Until I tried to move.The cold and weight of metal around my wrists hit me before my brain could even form the right question. A jolt of reality tore through my body, and the air seemed heavier in my lungs. I inhaled deeply, instinctively trying to pull my arms with all my strength.The suppression chains answered with a sharp yank, an invisible pressure that drained my strength as if it had never
Rayan.The fortress felt different when I crossed its gates at the end of that hunt. Not because of the ancient stones or the banners fluttering atop the towers, but because of the uncomfortable sense of familiarity that had followed me ever since my father had begun walking at my side again.In r
Violet.I returned to my room when night had already fully settled over the fortress. The corridors were silent, lit only by spaced torches, and each of my steps echoed as if betraying the secrets I carried in my chest.I closed the door behind me carefully, as if I feared waking someone, or perha
Hertor.The wind battered the walls of the cabin, ricocheting outside as if it wanted to remind us that a world still existed beyond those walls. A world full of lies, waiting for our plan steeped in blood and betrayal.But here, within the warmth of these walls, the cabin kept us safe, as if it k
Violet.The days that followed passed with an almost cruel slowness, as if the Goddess herself had decided to watch me closely while I refined every detail of the final plan inside my mind.They were not empty days quite the opposite. As the new head of the Noar, every morning brought a new meeti







