Samuel stood by the window of his new apartment, the cool night air filtering in through the cracked glass. The city stretched out before him, its lights twinkling like stars in the distance. But even the calm beauty of the city couldn't ease the turmoil in his chest. Every night was the same—endless thoughts, endless questions. What did it all mean? Why had this happened to him? And why couldn't he find any peace?
He hadn't had a proper night's sleep since the moment everything had changed. The words of Selene Vaelmont, the cold discussions in the Heavenly Council, the looming threats of the demon realm—all of it weighed heavily on him. His thoughts circled endlessly, and the more he thought about it, the more his frustration grew.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. He had been thrust into a world where he was wanted by everyone, manipulated by unseen forces, and hunted by those who didn't even understand him. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted to control his own fate. But no matter how hard he tried, someone was always watching, always waiting.
A sudden crack of lightning flashed across the sky, and the hum of the city was broken by the sound of a distant howl—a wolf's call. Samuel's heart skipped a beat as the distinct sound cut through the quiet of his thoughts. It was followed by another, and another, until they echoed through the city like a chorus of beasts.
His eyes narrowed. Something was coming.
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Scene Two: The Hunt Begins
Far outside the city, deep in the wild forests where the trees grew thick and the earth was stained with the scent of age-old battles, a pack of wolves was on the move. Their leader, a tall, broad-shouldered figure with silver fur streaked with patches of black, stood at the head of the pack. His eyes gleamed with determination as he surveyed the path ahead.
"I can smell him," the third prince of the werewolves, Kovu, said, his voice deep and commanding. His presence alone was enough to send ripples of power through the air. "Samuel... the boy with the origin. He's close."
Kovu's pack, a group of one hundred elite wolves, moved in perfect synchrony, their bodies flowing as one. Each wolf was an expert tracker, trained to follow even the faintest of scents. And today, they were on a mission to find Samuel—one that Kovu had been tasked with personally.
He had no doubt that Samuel was the one they were searching for. The boy was special, and not just because of his angelic origins. No, it was the very air around him that felt different—unnatural, even. Kovu could feel the pull of that power, and he was determined to bring it under his control.
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Scene Three: Samuel's Breaking Point
Inside his apartment, Samuel's restlessness continued to build. The howls in the distance had become more pronounced, and he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He wasn't alone. The wolves were getting closer.
His wings twitched behind him, itching to burst free, but he fought the urge to let them unfurl. He couldn't afford to draw attention. Not now, not when he was still trying to figure out who he was and where he stood in this twisted world.
A sharp knock at the door broke his thoughts. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. He wasn't expecting anyone.
Slowly, he walked to the door and opened it, his eyes locking onto the figure standing in the hallway. Kovu, the third prince of the werewolves, towered before him, his eyes glowing with an eerie intensity. Behind him, the rest of the pack stood in the shadows, waiting.
"Samuel," Kovu said, his voice smooth but firm. "You are coming with us."
Samuel's heart pounded in his chest. He knew what this was about. He wasn't an idiot. The wolves had tracked him down. But he wasn't going anywhere with them—not without a fight.
"I'm not going with you," Samuel replied, his voice steady but filled with defiance. "I don't even know you. I don't care what you want."
Kovu's eyes flashed with annoyance, but he remained calm. "You don't have a choice. We are taking you to Samar, the hidden dimension of our kind. You will come, or we will force you."
Samuel's eyes narrowed. "I told you, I'm not going."
Before Kovu could respond, one of the elite wolves stepped forward, a growl emanating from the back of his throat. The others followed suit, their eyes glinting with predatory hunger.
It was too much. Too many forces closing in, trying to control him, trying to push him into something he didn't want to be. His frustration, his anger—all of it boiled over in an instant.
Samuel's wings exploded outward with a force that shook the very foundations of the apartment building. His eyes turned pure white, and a surge of raw power radiated from him, a shockwave of energy that sent the wolves tumbling backward. The air itself crackled with the intensity of his aura, and cracks began to form in the very fabric of space around him.
The wolves fell to the ground, knocked unconscious by the overwhelming force of Samuel's power. Kovu, too, struggled to regain his footing as he tried to stand, but the air around Samuel was thick with an impossible pressure. The very space seemed to warp and bend under the weight of his emotions.
With a final roar of frustration, Samuel spread his wings wide and shot into the sky, a crackling tear in space opening up before him. He flew into the rift without hesitation, his mind consumed by nothing but the desire to escape, to break free of the weight that had been placed on him.
He didn't care anymore.
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Scene Four: The Heavenly Realm's Response
Back in the Heavenly realm, the Council of Angels convened once more. The grand hall was quiet, but a tense energy filled the air as Ramiel stood at the front, her gaze fixed on the celestial map that hovered before her.
"Report," Azriel's voice echoed in the hall. "What has happened with the boy?"
Ramiel's expression was unreadable as she spoke. "Samuel has… exploded. He was confronted by the werewolves, and in his frustration, his power surged to a level that we didn't expect. Four wings should not be able to cause spatial cracks, yet…"
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implications. Azriel and the other angels exchanged uneasy glances.
"He's not just a newborn angel," Seraphiel muttered. "This is… dangerous. If he's already capable of this, what happens when he truly learns to control his power?"
Ramiel's heart tightened at the thought, but she had no answer. She had believed in Samuel, believed in his potential. But now, with the boy's power growing uncontrollably, the stakes had changed.
"Perhaps it is time we take action," Azriel said, his voice hard with resolve. "We cannot allow him to be a loose cannon. If he is not contained, he will pose a threat to us all."
A deep silence fell over the Council as Sariel, the six-winged angel who had been silent until now, spoke.
"No. We will not capture him. Not yet," Sariel's voice was like a calm wind amidst the storm. "We must trust that he will find his own way. He is not the enemy. But we must watch him closely."
Ramiel felt her heart break as the decision was made. The Heavenly Council had ordered Samuel's capture if he was ever seen again. And though she would follow her orders, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were making a grave mistake.
Samuel had become more than just a weapon to her. He was the future, a future she no longer knew if she could control.
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