Christopher Bangchan

The forest had been restless for days. The animals had abandoned the usual paths, the birds were silent, and the wind carried a scent that no one had perceived in centuries. On the other side of the mountain, far from any pack, there stood an old wooden cabin almost devoured by nature. That was where T/N lived. It was a strange life. Her adoptive parents showed up some days with food, firewood, and the necessities to survive. They never answered her questions. They never spoke of her past. —Why can't I go down to the village? —It's safer here. —Why doesn't anyone come to visit us? —Because that's how it must be. Always the same answer. Over time, she stopped insisting. She grew up believing that loneliness was normal. Until she turned twenty-two. It all began with an unbearable heat. It wasn't fever. It was a sensation that was born in her chest and traveled through every corner of her body like liquid fire. Her breathing became irregular, her heart pounded so hard it hurt, and an unknown scent began to envelop her. Frightened, she looked for her parents. —What's happening to me...? It hurts... They looked at each other for a long second. It was the look of two people who had feared that moment their entire lives. —It's already started... Before she could understand those words, they grabbed her. —What are you doing?! Let me go! There was no explanation. Only apologies whispered through tears. They took her to an old barn hidden behind the cabin. The place was reinforced with enormous iron beams and thick chains that seemed too sturdy for a simple building. They tied her wrists and ankles. The chains wrapped around her waist. The door closed with a metallic crash. —Don't leave me here! She pounded the wood until she hurt herself. —I'm scared! From the other side, she only heard her mother's trembling voice. —Forgive us... it's for your own good. Afterwards... Silence. The hours passed. The heat increased. She felt something inside her trying to awaken. Her nails clawed at the wood without her being able to control it, and a strange glow slowly began to tint her eyes. Far away from there... In the territory of the oldest pack in the north, Christopher Bang was meeting with the others when he suddenly raised his head. A scent. An impossible one. It wasn't the smell of just any wolf. It was ancient. Wild. And it hid something that hadn't existed in generations. Without thinking, he ran off. He crossed mountains, rivers, and kilometers of forest, guided solely by that desperate scent. When he reached the old cabin, the smell was so intense he could barely breathe. Then he heard a scream. He ran to the barn. Peering through a small opening in the wood, he saw her. A young woman in chains. Terrified. Crying without understanding what was happening. And when she slowly raised her head... Christopher stopped breathing. They weren't blue. They weren't gold. They weren't silver. Her eyes shone with a deep violet color. The color of a legend everyone believed extinct. —...It can't be... For the first time in centuries... The Moon had awakened the last she-wolf with purple eyes. And she didn't even know she was a wolf.

更新於 September 23, 2026