My eyes erupted in shock, pupils dilating as the acrid stench of rotting flesh invaded my senses. In an instant, a vortex of memories, as vivid as they were tormenting, spiraled back to that fateful moment when this wretched villain had orchestrated the annihilation of my future...

My wolf, a relentless force of primal fury, unleashed a thunderous growl that sent shockwaves trembling through the very bedrock of the forest, a visceral reminder of the pent-up rage that surged within me. Feeling me spiralling into a pit of unknown darkness within, she turned protective ready to guard me with her life.

Amidst the desolation of this forest, a dissonant, nasal voice sliced through the air. "Behold, the Ikanir wolf," he intoned, his words dripping with venom. He punctuated this macabre declaration with a disconcerting applause, his head gyrating in a grotesque, hypnotic rhythm.

With trepidation clawing at my chest, I turned to face him, every fiber of my being on edge. Abruptly, the sinister applause ceased, and he descended to one knee in a grotesque genuflection, a nightmarish sight that left the survivors who cowered behind him gasping in disbelief. Some of the children, their innocence irrevocably tainted, broke into inconsolable sobs. All the helpless, children, women, and old alike huddle together in the hope of being parted from any sinful unfortunate consequences. All shivering expectedly waiting for the mere seconds of unknown sin, awaiting their end. Just as I stand between their eminent death a foot apart.

His dead, hollow eyes bore into me with a predatory intensity, akin to a ravenous hawk locking onto its prey. That deathly glimmer in his gaze summoned forth the chilling memories of the day he had cruelly extinguished my brother's life. My wolf's growl deepened, a primal echo of the agony I felt when he had plunged a dagger into my brother's heart.

A malicious grin stretched across his pallid face, revealing a grotesque array of yellowed, decaying teeth that gleamed malevolently in the feeble light. He remained an eerie mirror image of the monster in my memories, his ashen visage crowned by a mop of greasy hair, and those abyssal eyes, brimming with a darkness so profound it seemed to originate from the very depths of his corrupted soul.

Abigor's lecherous gaze, like a snake slithering over my form, sent shivers cascading down my spine. The sound of his tongue clicking, reminiscent of a serpent's hiss, was enough to curdle the blood in my veins. His voice, a raspy and malevolent whisper, scraped against my ears like sandpaper. "Oh, look, the pup has grown," he mused, a sinister smirk tainting his cracked lips.

Rising languidly, he circled me with an unsettling nonchalance, his eyes raking over me in a way that made my skin crawl. "A beautiful one at that," he cooed, and a disquieting sensation nestled itself in the pit of my heart, trailing along the same path his eerie eyes had taken.

His laughter reverberated through the lifeless forest, a chilling symphony that sent a shudder through the pack members who watched in tense silence. He continued to circle, his movements predatory and unhurried, causing a ripple of unease to wash over the onlookers.

My focus remained locked on him, an unyielding vigilance like that of a hawk tracking its prey. When his vile intentions turned toward a defenseless child, as his snake-like eyes slithered over a child whom her mother tried to hide unfruitfully, my heart hammered against my chest. The child's mother, gripped by fear, instinctively pulled her offspring closer, a desperate act of maternal protection.

"Pity you will die just like you killed my nephew," he sneered, his words dripping with sadistic intent. "I will peel your skin and gonna enjoy doing it." His gaze, however, remained fixated on the child and its trembling mother. Fearful glances from the pack members conveyed their desperation, but they were paralyzed by their own terror.

In a horrifying instant, he seized the child from its mother, who erupted into heart-wrenching sobs. Desperate, she lunged forward to rescue her offspring from Abigor's clutches but was forcibly restrained by other females, who pulled her back to safety.

Abigor's cruel sneer widened, revealing yellowed, predatory canines glistening with saliva. "You can't save them," he taunted with a wicked laugh, his voice wheezing with manic glee. "You think you can save them. You can't save your family." His eyes welled up with playfully dangerous wickedness, as he licked the tears off the child's face, and he continued, "Aww, missy thinks she can save these measly lives." His smirk never wavered as he tossed the wailing child aside like a discarded plaything.

Suddenly, his posture contorted, as if preparing to shift, but his face took on a sorrowful expression. He sniffled, as though feigning tears, and then gazed up at me, a solitary tear tracing its path down his cheek. "You know," he lamented, "I told Vicious I could take you down on my own. But he denied me. I told him not to kill your mother, but he denied me again. He always denied."

He shifted yet again, this time his mood transforming as quickly as the expressions on his face. A wide, malevolent smile twisted his features. "I told him," he sneered, "Your mother would have been a good fuck." His words hung in the air like a poisonous cloud, a vile testament to the depths of his depravity.

The forest quaked in response to Aadaya's primal wolf's growl as it took command of her human form. Her eyes blazed with ferocious determination as she lunged at Abigor, causing him to stumble backward and crash onto the unforgiving forest floor. At that moment, her rage knew no bounds. Again and again, she mercilessly slammed Abigor's head into the rugged ground, each bone-jarring impact echoing through the ancient trees. Tears flowed freely from Aadaya's eyes, her cries of "Why?" ringing out like a haunting refrain, a desperate plea for answers.

As she unleashed her relentless assault, a torrent of memories surged through her mind, a flood of pain and confusion. Abigor, his face smeared with his own blood, had no adequate response, but he managed to rasp out an answer, "Because you are a monster." Making her stop in her tracks, turning her into a statue of confusion for mere seconds.

Aadaya's gaze shifted to her bloodied hands, and she grappled with the brutality of her actions, struggling to reconcile them with her true self. Doubt gnawed at her, her onyx eyes settling on her Ikanir, a mystical symbol of her heritage, peeking from her jacket's torn sleeves.

Spotting a chance, Abigor retaliated, thrusting her forcefully against a tree. The wind was knocked from her lungs, and her vision blurred as he held her in the air clutching her throat. He pulled up his claws as they pierced her shoulder, tearing through her jacket and flesh. Blood flowed freely, and the pain was excruciating, rendering her incapable of even a scream.

Then, inexplicably, Abigor relented. He pouted and left Aadaya coughing on the forest floor, her shoulder bleeding profusely. Her pack members watched in horror, their whimpering sounds filling the air. Aadaya sank to the ground, facing them, their innocent faces brimming with hope as they relied on her for protection. Among them were children and vulnerable mothers, their lives hanging in the balance.

Abigor, on the other hand, appeared to have lost his grip on sanity. He moved erratically, clapping his hands and laughing manically, a disturbing sight as he shook his head violently. Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes widening with manic intensity as he declared, "I know what I'll do. You'll surpass even your mother."

The world seemed to grind to a halt as those chilling words reached Aadaya's ears. Her frenzied breaths gradually subsided, and an eerie silence enveloped the forest. The only sounds that pierced the quiet were the maniacal laughs of Abigor and the collective, held breath of the onlookers. Mothers clutched their children, pulling them close, shielding their innocent faces from the impending horror.

Then, in a twist of fate, Abigor turned and tumbled to the forest floor, his head severed from his body. Aadaya cradled his lifeless head in her blood-soaked hands, her chest heaving as she drew in deep, ragged breaths. In that haunting moment, she unleashed a primal howl that resonated through the forest, a sound akin to a wild beast. It was a guttural cry, a release of all the pent-up pain and anger coursing through her veins.

Every mother among the pack trembled, their hearts heavy with the weight of what they had just witnessed. Some clung to their children, shielding their innocent gazes from the brutal scene before them. Yet, as Aadaya's howl reverberated through the trees, an inexplicable emotion surged within the crowd. It was a complex mixture of respect, awe, and even a touch of pride, knowing they were led by such a formidable Luna.

Within the heart of the untamed forest, an inescapable aura lingered, one that demanded unwavering respect and stirred fierce pride in her role as their Luna.

Crimson torrents cascaded from the savage tears in her flesh, exposing the hidden Ikanir concealed beneath her tattered jacket. Her countenance bore the gruesome aftermath of the battle, half-shrouded beneath the blood of her conquered adversaries. The radiant Ikanir tattoos blazed with an otherworldly luminescence as she unleashed a thunderous growl, a seismic force that shook the very foundations of the ancient woodland. Her grip remained unrelenting upon the severed head she held, and behind her, gasps of astonishment rippled through the onlookers. Unconsciously, she pivoted the echoes of her growls still reverberating within her chest, releasing the head to plummet and roll away.

Her visage presented a sinister duality, marred by the filth of her triumphs, yet her hair blazed like an infernal crown, bestowed by the scorching sun looming behind her. She loomed tall and indomitable, an embodiment of both pride and dominion, compelling the respect and submission of all who dared to bear witness.

But as the crushing reality of her deeds etched itself into her psyche...

Aadaya stared at her hands, slick with blood, the thick, crimson fluid oozing down her quivering fingers and merging with the already saturated ground beneath—an unholy pool of sin, a sin of such dark magnitude, committed by her own hand, unforgivable and haunting.

Her gaze is inexorably drawn to the grisly tableau of her actions, locking onto his lifeless eyes, once full of vitality, now emptied of all light. Within her, her wolf exults, a primal satisfaction coursing through her, for she has emerged triumphant over her adversaries, a savage victory etched into the very essence of her being.

A persistent, almost taunting buzz grates upon her ears as she surveys the aftermath of her ruthless deeds. Lifeless forms sprawl in grotesque disarray, their vacant stares penetrating the depths of her soul with accusation. A pulsating pain throbs in her abdomen and her right leg, yet her mind remains trapped in a numb abyss, unable to fully grasp the enormity of her transgressions. Her thoughts are shrouded in a paralyzing fog, her body rendered motionless, as her very essence is gripped by the icy hand of shock.

Screams, those same agonizing screams that have tormented her nightmares, reverberate through her senses. She is thrust mercilessly back into the heart of that fateful day—the pandemonium, the desolation, the vacant gazes, now multiplied beyond measure. She gasped for air, her chest constricting as though the very air itself had betrayed her, and tears well up in her eyes. She confront the deepest recesses of her fears, relentlessly pursued and hunted, now and for what feels like an eternity.

A sudden movement at the edge of her vision wrenches her from her unending reverie. She raises her head to behold her fellow pack members, their expressions a tumultuous mixture of dread, relief, and disbelief. Among them, the pack's warriors emerge, forming an unyielding barrier around those she has shielded, prepared for a showdown with the monstrous specter she has become.

The world around her falls into an eerie silence as the crowd parts, yielding a path for the seven Alphas to step forward. Yet, in that singular moment, her gaze remains ensnared by him. Nothing else matters; all else fades into insignificance. She is yanked from the abyss of her nightmarish trance back into the harsh, chilling reality, enveloped by an overpowering sensation of safety and belonging as if his very presence holds the elusive key to her shattered stability.

And perhaps that key is fated to be forever lost...

The moment he emerges from the crowd, his piercing baby-blue eyes fixate on her. She feels herself falling into the depths of their hypnotic gaze. Her heart stirs, a sensation she's yearned for over the years but has been as elusive as a stone sinking into the abyss of a river, swallowed by the darkness of her own despair.

Their prolonged stare shatters when his companion nudges him from the ground, kneeling before her. The realization of her surroundings rushes back. She sees all seven Alphas on their knees, their voices raised in praise and gratitude for the moments of brutal strength she displayed, all to save those they cherish.

Some of her guilt melts away as she locks eyes with innocent gazes that would have been lifeless mere seconds ago. But then, the same guilt returns with a vengeance, mocking her for thinking of herself as a saint when she is far from it, reminding her of those words that label her a monster.

She closes her eyes, allowing memories to flood her thoughts. She realizes the stakes in this battle are high, and she has far too much to lose. Her consciousness taunts her, showing her the consequences of staying. Just when she decides to distance herself from them, be selfless, and save them even if it means her own demise.

Suppressing her emotions, she pivots and begins running, recalling the day her life unraveled. A day she thought was the start of her journey, but it morphed into her inevitable demise. Every detail of that fateful day plays vividly before her closed eyelids, a reel of once-happy faces, all lost because of a wretch like her.

She sprints through the forest, disregarding the branches that scrape her face, leaving stinging marks that her numb senses barely register. Her vision blurs as she relives the screams and desperate pleas for mercy from that dreadful night. She revisits the hollowness in their eyes, the suffocating air, and the pain of losing everyone and everything.

The screams, pleas, and howls of pain reverberate through her mind as she runs. The nightmare feels so real that she is deaf to the voice calling her name in that same baritone. Damien follows her, his urgency fueled by the fear of losing her once more.

Blinded by self-blame, she doesn't pay attention to her footing. Her foot becomes ensnared between tree roots, and she hears a gut-wrenching crunch.

Her vision blurs further, her ears ring, and her head buzzes from the impact. A faint beep sounds in her ear as everything slows down, becoming unclear and difficult to comprehend.

A warm, viscous fluid trickles down the side of her face agonizingly slow. She watches in morbid fascination as a glistening red droplet splatters onto the lush green ground, staining it with its sinful hue.

Muffled voices reach her ears just as a soothing tingle flows through her body, calming the turbulence in her mind. She realizes there's a hand on her shoulder, and she knows its owner without looking.

A sob escapes her lips as she comprehends what must be done. His voice reaches her as she commits his baritone tone to memory one last time, directed at her, "Are you okay?"

She draws a deep breath, mustering courage and locking her feelings away. Her wolf howls within, aware of what needs to be done. Slowly, she retracts her hand, gathering her energy as silent tears cascade down her cheeks like a river.

Suddenly, his body jerks, falling stiffly onto his back, paralyzed and unable to move. His eyes widen in shock as he grasps the impending outcome. He struggles to break free from an unseen power, but his efforts prove futile. Only his head moves as he concentrates all his will on escaping, his eyes filled with disbelief, muttering, "No, no, please don't..."

Clutching a nearby tree, she rises painfully slowly, tears flowing uncontrollably. Each torturous step takes her closer, and they both hear another crunch, prompting a scream of pain from her lips. Ignoring his plea to stop, she urgently pleads, "Don't move, you're injured, please." Her heart aches with every pained expression that etches across her face, feeling each wound as if it were her own.

She takes another step toward him, locking her gaze with his ice-blue orbs, and settles atop his torso. Her silent tears give way to heart-wrenching sobs. She cries for all that has befallen her, for the dreams she once held but can now only wish for. Her lamentations reverberate through the forest, its creatures serving as silent witnesses to the bloodletting of her wounded heart.

Lost in the depths of her despair and agony, she is oblivious to the gradual fading of her powers. Slowly, Damien cups her face, tenderly wiping away her tears. Sparks of tingling sensations ignite her body as their foreheads connect, freed from the unseen force. He comforts her, "Don't worry, we'll overcome this, together."

Her sobs grow fainter, but suddenly, his body jerks back into the same immobilized state. Once again, he pleads in shock, "No, stop, don't..." His body remains rigid, unable to move, as her silent tears fall onto his cheeks.

Apologizing, she murmurs, "Sorry, but I can't be selfish, not for you, not for me, and not for us." With clenched fists, she struck his head repeatedly, her heart shattering beyond repair.

Knowing this will not be enough to restrain an Alpha, particularly a pure Lycan, she breaks free and sprints once more into the forest. She flees from her troubles, from her agony, from her heart, leaving it all behind for an eternity. Each step forward feels heavier, each pace echoing his pained calls as he beseeches my return in his clouded state.

With a heavy heart, she knew she couldn't stay, and couldn't let her selfish desires jeopardize their safety. As she vanished into the depths of the forest, she left behind her heart, shattered and bleeding, echoing his pained calls through the endless woods—a mournful requiem for a love destined to be lost...

...to be continued

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