Chapter 2
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I did not fight back.
Not at first.
The rogue's jaws locked onto my shoulder and shook. The alley wall arrived fast and my skull hit stone and for three full seconds the world went white.
The blue screen was still there. Hovering in the white. Counting.
[QUEST ACTIVE: SURVIVE 60 SECONDS]
[TIME REMAINING: 47 SECONDS]
A countdown. The System was running a countdown while a rogue wolf tried to snap my neck.
Something hardened in me.
I reached up, found the rogue's ear, and twisted with everything I had. It yelped and released me for exactly one second.
I dropped. Hit the ground on my knees.
The rogue circled, yellow eyes fixed. My left shoulder was on fire. My arm moved wrong when I tried to lift it.
It lunged again.
I threw myself left, grabbed the rusted pipe from the ground, turned, and swung.
Iron met skull.
The rogue dropped and did not get up.
I stood over it, chest heaving, blood running down my arm. The blue screen pulsed.
[QUEST COMPLETE: SURVIVED]
[SYSTEM ACCESS: GRANTED]
[WELCOME, HYBRID HOST.]
The screen expanded — filling my entire vision for three seconds before shrinking to a small panel in the corner. Like a HUD. Like something out of a dream.
I pressed two fingers to my temple. Head injury. That was the only explanation.
[YOU ARE NOT HALLUCINATING.]
[BLOOD LOSS: HIGH. COLLAPSE IN 12 MINUTES WITHOUT TREATMENT.]
[READ THE SYSTEM FIRST.]
I almost laughed. My ribs would not allow it.
I sat against the wall and read.
[FANG SYSTEM — CORE RULES]
[1. YOU ARE A HYBRID HOST WITH ABILITIES NO PURE-BLOOD CAN ACCESS.]
[2. RANK PATH: OMEGA → DELTA → BETA → ALPHA → HYBRID LORD]
[3. YOU HAVE 30 DAYS TO REACH HYBRID LORD OR LOSE EVERYTHING.]
Thirty days.
[29 DAYS, 23 HOURS, 44 MINUTES REMAIN.]
The counter was already running.
I pressed my knuckle against my teeth and thought. Broken shoulder. Cracked ribs. No shelter, no allies, no rank. The rejection bond had torn something real in my chest and every breath reminded me of it.
[FIRST QUEST: HUNT OR DIE]
[OBJECTIVE: KILL 1 ROGUE WOLF WITHIN 24 HOURS.]
[FAILURE: PERMANENT SYSTEM SHUTDOWN]
I looked at the rogue on the ground.
Still breathing.
Not dead.
I picked up the pipe. Made myself feel the full weight of what I was about to do. Then I did it — not with rage, not with guilt, but with the cold precision of a man who had decided he was not dying in an alley.
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I found an abandoned cabin east of the packhouse wall. Used the rusted tap inside to wash the wound. Tore my shirt into strips and bound it tight.
Then I sat against the wall and let the anger come.
Not the old kind — the buried, swallowed anger of three years staying invisible. This was different. It had edges. It pointed at something.
Lucas Storm had beaten me in front of three hundred wolves. Had sentenced me to die in the forest. Had called me nothing.
I was going to make him regret every single word.
The System pulsed. A single alert I had not asked for.
[ALERT: YOU ARE BEING TRACKED.]
[SIGNATURE: WOLF — RANKED — CLOSING FROM THE EAST.]
I was on my feet before it finished loading.
I turned east. The forest was dark and still. But something in my blood — a low vibration I had never understood until tonight — read it without ambiguity.
Deliberate movement. Controlled breathing. Someone who had been following me since the ceremony.
I raised the pipe.
A figure stepped from the tree line. Small. Both hands raised and open. A girl barely older than me, Omega rank tattoo on her wrist, moving with the careful stillness of someone who had learned long ago how not to be a threat.
She stopped six feet away.
"I am not here to hurt you," she said.
I studied her. Empty hands. Steady eyes. Not pity on her face — something harder and more useful than that.
"Then why are you here?" I asked.
"Because I watched what they did to you tonight." Her voice did not waver. "And because you are going to need someone who knows this territory if you want to survive until morning."
Something about the way she said it hit differently than it should have.
I had not wanted to trust anyone in three years.
I was not sure I trusted her now.
But the countdown was running, my shoulder was bleeding through its binding, and I was standing alone in the Velthar forest with a quest I had twenty-three hours left to complete.
[SYSTEM NOTE: EVERY PACK STARTS WITH ONE WOLF WHO CHOOSES TO STAY.]
I lowered the pipe one inch.
"Talk fast," I said.
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