The Awakening of Wolf's
The pain had become part of him.
Every breath Derrick took burned like fire in his veins — the echo of Mona’s magic twisting through his blood. Her command lingered in his bones, forcing his body to obey even when his mind screamed in defiance.
He hated it.
He hated her.
But above all, he hated himself.
The throne room was quiet now, filled only with the hum of her crimson energy. Mona stood near the shattered windows, her arms outstretched toward the bleeding moon. Her wolves — no, her creatures — knelt in perfect stillness, their eyes glowing faintly red.
Derrick stood among them, a puppet in a war he no longer believed in.
His thoughts, however, were his own again — barely. Every hour that passed, the mark she had placed on him weakened, flickering when
