The Legendary Wolf

The desire for revenge is born

Wearing that caregiver uniform felt like swallowing glass.

Every button fastened, every fold of fabric against my skin, was a cruel reminder of the humiliation I had suffered.

I, who had spent years studying, saving lives, was now reduced to an assistant—a ghost wandering the halls of the hospital where I was once respected.

The tension in the air was palpable. The whispers, the condescending looks, the muffled laughter as I passed. Doctors who once greeted me as an equal now barely lifted their eyes.

But that was nothing compared to what was coming.

The moment I turned the corner to fetch supplies from the main wing, I saw them—the two traitors. Sabrina and Lucian. Both waiting for the elevator.

As if the universe had decided to test me, they were laughing about something, but as soon as they saw me, their expressions shifted. Sabrina crossed her arms, eyeing me from head to toe with barely concealed disdain, while Lucian flashed that mocking grin that had always irritated me.

"Well, look who we have here," he said, loud enough for the other staff nearby to hear. "Our dear ex-doctor. How are you enjoying your new job, Dave?"

Hearing my name without the title of "doctor" felt like a dagger to my pride. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.

"Good to know you have free time to monitor my life, Lucian."

He chuckled, stepping forward.

"Am I wrong? Ever since you conveniently decided to steal my patient recovery program and act like it was your own work, I’ve had to keep an eye on everything you do."

My jaw clenched. Some people around us gasped, finally realizing why I had been demoted.

"Maybe you pay attention to me because you know the real incompetent in this hospital is you," I shot back, my voice low, my gaze burning into his.

For a second, his smile faltered. But then he quickly recovered. The elevator had arrived.

"Good luck with that," he sneered. "Now, if you'll excuse us, some of us have real jobs to do."

Lucian grabbed Sabrina by the waist, pulling her possessively as they stepped into the elevator.

The doors started to close, and in that instant, a thought surfaced in my mind.

A dark thought.

A whisper in my soul, an echo of the voices I had heard in the darkness.

"Your body will be the target of all misfortune. Your health will be tested. I curse you."

It wasn’t an elaborate spell, nor a complex ritual. It was instinctive, a silent command to the universe.

I felt something brush against my skin, a strange shiver, and then… nothing.

The voices in my head, the constant flashes tormenting me, told me I was a Healer. But what if I could cause harm instead of just bringing health?

Maybe it was madness. Maybe I was losing my mind.

Or maybe this was my turning point in all this misfortune.

For now, I would simply watch.

. . .

Minutes later, as I was organizing medications in the storage room, I heard a loud crash from the lobby. Murmurs spread quickly.

Curious, I went to check and found Lucian at the center of the commotion, rubbing his shoulder.

"What the f**k was that?" he grumbled, looking up.

A ceiling light had fallen, shattering on the floor just inches from him. If it had been any closer, it would have hit his head.

A few nurses rushed over to check on him, but Lucian just waved them off impatiently.

Coincidence?

Maybe.

But I wasn't going to be discouraged so easily. Giving up was never my style.

Then came the second sign.

. . .

As Lucian strutted through the hospital, trying to maintain his usual arrogant posture, a gurney that had been parked near the surgical wing suddenly became unlatched.

It slid without warning, catching him off guard and making him stumble. He fell awkwardly, knocking over an entire tray of surgical instruments. The metallic clatter echoed through the corridor.

This time, the laughter wasn’t muffled. Some of the nurses chuckled openly before quickly composing themselves.

"Why the hell was that gurney loose?" Lucian growled, still sitting on the floor, practically fuming.

This time, Sabrina didn’t laugh. She looked uneasy, scanning the area as if trying to spot a culprit.

I extended a hand toward him, but he only glared at me with pure hatred and yanked himself up, doing everything he could to ignore me.

My ex-girlfriend met my gaze with icy contempt before joining her new man.

. . .

It was already nighttime when the final blow struck.

Lucian, furious with the day's incidents, decided to leave early. As he approached the elevator, he impatiently pressed the button for his floor.

The doors opened. He stepped inside.

But at the exact moment the doors began to close, something went wrong.

The mechanism jammed suddenly, snapping shut on his shoulder with enough force to rip a pained yell from him.

"Ah, s**t!" He thrashed, struggling to free himself.

The sensor finally registered the fault, and the doors opened again, releasing him. But the humiliation had already been served.

Upon noticing my presence, the doctor pointed a furious finger at me and started shouting:

"You think this is funny, you i***t? You think that just because I’m having a bad day, you’re better than me? You’re just a petty thief, a second-rate plagiarist!"

I said nothing. He went on, enraged:

"Your days here are numbered. Do you really think you got off easy just because they demoted you to a caregiver? When everyone here finds out who you really are, Dave, you’ll be lucky to even have a job."

With that, Lucian stormed off, limping, clutching his injured shoulder, fuming as everyone in the lobby stared.

And me?

I just watched.

I felt the energy still pulsing inside me, like a beast stirring.

These weren’t coincidences. I had done this to him.

I definitely had a new power.

And Lucian was just the first test.

My revenge had only just begun…