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Wolves

are deadly hunters of the wild, fierce,

and cunning in their ways.

Yet, even their natural prowess pales in comparison to the might of werewolves-the deadliest predators of the dark. Born of the alpha lineage,

werewolves are not mere creatures of nature but beasts of legend, forged in shadows and bound by the rhythms of the moon.

Their transformation is a spectacle of raw power,

triggered by the rise of the full moon when its pale glow awakens its true essence.

In this moment,

they shed their human guise, revealing a fearsome form:

Towering figures with rippling muscles, razor-sharp claws, and eyes that burn with untamed fury.

Vehement and unstoppable, they are predators no mortal warrior would dare to face.

But the hierarchy of these nocturnal beings extends beyond the alphas. Beneath their imposing dominance lie others of similar yet distinct power:

the omegas,

the lunas, and the betas.

They are all fierce and unstoppable, beings of raw power and primal instincts.

But here's the truth-so was I.

I wasn't just an ordinary man;

I was one of them.

Gifted with the strength of a super beast, I was no mere mortal anymore.

My abilities weren't just for survival; they were meant for battle, for facing the dark and monstrous forces that ruled the universe. The moon beasts of the night, creatures of shadow and destruction, were among the first I faced.

These unholy monsters, along with countless other horrors, had plunged the world into an age of darkness.

Light had been banished for centuries, buried under the weight of their evil reign. But that was when I was chosen.

I was marked-branded, even-as the guardian.

My mission wasn't just to fight; it was to restore what had been lost. I became a hero,

though I never sought the title. My purpose was clear:

To bring back the light, to push back the darkness that had spread too far for too long. It wasn't just about strength; it was about hope,

about standing tall when the world had forgotten what it meant to rise.

This is where my story began.

The chronicle of a man turned beast, a warrior driven by a cause bigger than himself. It was never easy, and the battles were brutal,

but every scar I earned was a step closer to reclaiming what was stolen from us all. This is how my journey started,

and it's far from over.

* * *

My name is Alex Cage.

I'm just a young boy, though some would say I'm more of a teenager at heart-in spirit, flesh, and soul.

Life has always been simple yet full of little mysteries in Greenlake,

the town village where I live with my mother.

Greenlake is no ordinary place; it's nestled right in the middle of a lush forest, surrounded by six neighboring villages. The air always smells like pine and rain, and the evenings are filled with the sound of crickets and distant owls.

My mom is everything to me.

She loves me more than words can say and shows it in every little thing she does, from the warm meals she makes to the way she always checks if I'm okay.

Life hasn't been easy for her, especially after we lost my dad.

I was just 12 when it happened-barely old enough to understand the weight of it all. Back then,

I was still a kid, too young to fill the gap he left behind.

I also have an older brother, but he's worlds away, living in Taiwan. We don't see him often, but I know he's out there, doing his thing.

It's just me and Mom here now, holding down the fort in our little corner of the world.

As for me?

I'm just a student, nothing too extraordinary.

But I've got my passions-the things that light up my days and keep me going. I love writing novels, losing myself in made-up worlds and characters.

When I'm not writing, I'm buried in books, devouring fiction from all kinds of authors or flipping through comics that spark my imagination.

Movies are another escape and video games? Let's just say they're my go-to when I need an adventure without leaving my room.

Life might seem quiet here in Greenlake, but between the forest, the stories in my head, and the dreams I chase, it feels like anything is possible.

After the morning instruction at St. Deutrine Church,

I decided to head back home.

The lessons had been good, but my mind was already wandering to the comforts of my little house tucked in the heart of Greenlake.

It didn't take me long to get there. I made my way through the winding paths that connected the six neighboring villages, each one bustling with life in its way. The air smelled of fresh earth and distant cooking fires,

a mix that always reminded me of home.

When I finally reached my door, I raised my hand and knocked three times-

"Kpom, kpom, kpom."

The sound echoed softly in the quiet afternoon.

"Coming!"

Came my mother's familiar voice from inside.

I could hear her footsteps as she made her way to the door, her pace steady yet eager. A moment later,

the door swung open, and there she was, her face lighting up at the sight of me.

I stepped inside,

the coziness of our home wrapping around me like an old blanket.

I was dressed casually-a polo short-sleeve shirt, slightly worn but comfortable, paired with jeans and sneakers.

My grayish-black emerald eyes scanned the room out of habit, catching the soft light filtering through the curtains.