Silence.
Heavy.
Crushing.
Every wolf in the chamber stood frozen, Malachar's words echoing like a curse that refused to fade.
"The First Bloodline… was created."
Leila felt her heartbeat falter.
"That's not possible," she said, her voice low but firm.
The Alpha Killers remained kneeling behind her—silent, subdued under her connection—but even they seemed to react to the tension in the air.
Malachar stepped forward slowly, his boots echoing against the stone floor.
"You believe your kind was born from nature," he said calmly.
"From instinct. From evolution."
He stopped a few steps away.
"But wolves… were made."
Dominic's eyes burned with cold fury.
"You're lying."
Malachar smiled faintly.
"Am I?"
He raised his hand.
The glowing runes around the chamber flared violently.
The air twisted.
And suddenly—
The world changed.
The Vision
Leila gasped.
She wasn't in the chamber anymore.
Neither was Dominic.
Nor the pack.
They stood in a different place.
Ancient.
Wild.
Untouched by time.
A vast land stretched before them—forests, mountains, rivers—all under a sky that seemed brighter than anything they had ever known.
And in the distance…
Creatures.
Wolves.
But not like any wolves they had seen.
These wolves were larger.
Stronger.
Their bodies radiated raw energy.
Silver.
Gold.
Black.
Different colors of power flowing through them like living light.
Leila whispered.
"Those are… the first wolves."
Malachar's voice echoed around them.
"Yes."
Dominic's gaze sharpened.
"They look… different."
"They were perfect," Malachar said.
"Because they were not bound."
Leila frowned.
"Bound by what?"
And then—
She felt it.
There were no pack bonds.
No alpha hierarchy.
No structure.
These wolves moved freely.
Individually.
Powerful.
Untamed.
Dominic narrowed his eyes.
"No order."
Malachar's voice grew colder.
"Exactly."
The vision shifted.
The land darkened.
Figures appeared.
Not wolves.
Humans.
But not ordinary ones.
Warlocks.
Dozens of them.
Surrounding the wild wolves.
Leila's breath caught.
"No…"
Malachar continued.
"We studied them."
The warlocks began to move.
Casting runes.
Weaving energy.
The wolves fought.
Some escaped.
Many didn't.
Dominic's fists clenched.
"You captured them."
"Yes."
The vision twisted again.
Wolves chained.
Experimented on.
Energy extracted from their bodies.
Their natural power forced into something else.
Leila felt sick.
"This is wrong."
Malachar's voice didn't waver.
"This was necessary."
The vision zoomed in.
One wolf.
Stronger than the others.
Silver and black energy swirling through its body.
Leila froze.
"That…"
Malachar's voice softened slightly.
"The original host."
Dominic's eyes widened.
"The First Bloodline."
The warlocks surrounded the wolf.
They carved runes into the ground.
Chanted in unison.
And then—
They tore the power from it.
The wolf screamed.
A sound filled with pain so deep it shook the entire vision.
Leila staggered.
"Stop…"
The power exploded outward.
Not destroyed.
Not lost.
Divided.
Split into fragments.
Sent into different wolves.
Binding them.
Connecting them.
Forcing order.
Pack bonds.
Alpha hierarchies.
Control.
Leila's eyes filled with horror.
"You created the system."
Malachar's voice echoed proudly.
"Yes."
Dominic's rage surged.
"You enslaved an entire species."
"We perfected it."
The vision shifted one last time.
The original wolf—
The one they had taken the power from—
Collapsed.
Dying.
But before it faded completely—
It looked up.
And its eyes…
Locked onto Leila.
Leila gasped.
"No…"
The wolf's voice echoed faintly.
"You will return it…"
Then—
Everything shattered.
Back to Reality
Leila collapsed to her knees.
The chamber snapped back into place.
Her breathing was uneven.
Her body trembling.
Dominic caught her instantly.
"Leila!"
She clutched his arm tightly.
"It spoke to me…"
Malachar watched calmly.
"Of course it did."
Dominic's voice was deadly.
"You destroyed something sacred."
Malachar tilted his head.
"We gave your kind structure."
"You gave us chains," Dominic snapped.
The Alpha Killers behind them stirred slightly.
As if reacting to the truth.
Leila slowly stood.
Her entire body radiating faint silver and shadow.
"The First Bloodline…"
Her voice was steadier now.
"It's not yours."
Malachar smiled faintly.
"It was ours first."
Leila shook her head.
"No."
Her eyes burned brighter.
"It was stolen."
The First Bloodline surged violently inside her.
Stronger than ever before.
Like it had just remembered what it truly was.
Dominic felt it too.
"This changes everything."
Leila nodded slowly.
"Yes."
Her gaze locked onto Malachar.
"You didn't create wolves."
Her voice hardened.
"You broke them."
The Alpha Killers behind her lifted their heads slightly.
Not under command.
Not under control.
Awake.
Malachar's expression darkened.
"You're beginning to understand."
Leila stepped forward.
"And I'm going to undo it."
The chamber trembled.
The runes flickered.
The Alpha Killers slowly began to rise—
Not as enemies.
Not as weapons.
But as wolves choosing for themselves.
Dominic stepped beside her.
A faint smile touching his lips.
"Now this…"
He looked at Malachar.
"…is where things get interesting."