Chapter 1:
The city of Revelisca was no ordinary place. Hidden from human eyes, it was home to powerful werewolf packs that ruled in secret, each bound by ancient laws and the ever-watchful gaze of the moon. Among them, the Blood Wolf Pack stood as the strongest, protectors of an entity known as the Lunar, a mystical force that maintained the balance between light and darkness in the werewolf world.
But power always attracts enemies.
One fateful night, the Dark Blood Pack, a vicious and power-hungry faction, launched an attack on the Blood Wolves. Their goal was clear—to eliminate Alpha Mongo, the strongest leader of his time, and take control of the Lunar for themselves.
The battle was brutal. Claws and fangs clashed under the blood-red moon, the ground soaked in the lives of fallen warriors. Alpha Mongo, despite his unmatched strength, was outnumbered. And when he finally faced the Dark Blood Pack's leader, Alpha Hadrian, he fought with everything he had.
But even legends fall.
With a fatal strike, Hadrian drove his claws through Mongo's chest, his cruel laughter echoing in the night as he watched the great Alpha collapse.
The Blood Wolf Pack was left leaderless. Their warriors fell into despair, their power weakened. But before he took his last breath, Mongo whispered his final words to the moon.
"Protect him. Protect my son."
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The Pack Without an Alpha
By werewolf law, the Alpha's title should pass to the son. But Marcos, Mongo's only heir, was not like the others.
Unlike the warriors of his pack, he could not fully transform into a wolf. While others could shift into powerful beasts, he could only summon his fangs and heightened senses, his body refusing to complete the change. To many, he was a disgrace.
Without a worthy successor, the Wolf Council—a group of ancient werewolves that oversaw the balance of power—decided that the Blood Wolf Pack could not remain leaderless. To restore their strength, they announced a tournament.
The winner would claim the title of Alpha.
It was a brutal solution, but a necessary one. Warriors from within the Blood Wolf Pack, and even outsiders, were allowed to participate. And among those who joined was a name that sent a shiver through the pack:
Bernard—the son of Alpha Hadrian.
No one knew why he had come. Some believed he wanted redemption. Others whispered that he was there to finish what his father started.
But Marcos knew the truth.
Bernard wasn't there to compete. He was there to take control of the Blood Wolf Pack from the inside.
And so, despite his weakness, despite the doubts surrounding him, Marcos entered the tournament.
Not just to win.
Not just to become Alpha.
But to avenge his father and protect the Lunar before it fell into the wrong hands.
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The Trials Begin
The tournament was a test of strength, intelligence, and instinct. It was designed to break the weak and reveal the strongest leader.
The first round was a free-for-all—a battle where only the most skilled could advance. Warriors clashed in the open arena, blood staining the sand as they fought for dominance.
Marcos knew he couldn't overpower his opponents physically. But he had something else: his mind.
While others relied on brute force, he studied his opponents. He used their aggression against them, dodging at the last second, making them exhaust themselves before striking at their weaknesses.
And it worked.
To the shock of many, Marcos survived the first round.
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The Final Battle: Marcos vs. Bernard
Days passed, and the tournament continued. One by one, warriors fell, until only two remained—Marcos and Bernard.
The final battle was held under the full moon, the entire pack gathered to witness the fight that would decide their future.
Bernard smirked as he stepped into the arena. "I'll enjoy breaking you."
Marcos said nothing. He had come too far to let his doubts control him now.
The fight began.
Bernard was fast—faster than any opponent Marcos had faced. His attacks came like a storm, each strike aimed to end the battle quickly. Marcos barely had time to dodge, his body screaming in pain from each blow.
The crowd whispered. Marcos was losing.
He hit the ground, blood dripping from his lips. Bernard stood over him, victorious.
Then, he leaned in and whispered, "Just give up. Let me kill you, like my father killed yours."
The words hit like fire in Marcos' chest.
Something inside him snapped.
A force he had never felt before awakened.
His heart pounded, his body burned, and suddenly—his bones shifted, his muscles expanded, his claws stretched.
But this was no ordinary transformation.
The ground trembled. A deep, powerful howl erupted from Marcos' throat. His fur turned dark, his form towering over Bernard.
He was no longer just a werewolf.
He had become a Lycan.
Gasps filled the air. Lycans were legends, spoken of only in ancient tales. It was said that they were chosen by the Moon itself, destined to be the Alpha of all Alphas.
Bernard took a step back. For the first time, he looked afraid.
Marcos didn't hesitate. With a single powerful strike, he sent Bernard crashing to the ground.
The fight was over.
Marcos had won.
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The Alpha's Rise
Silence fell over the arena. Then, one by one, the pack members dropped to their knees.
Marcos stood at the center, the moonlight shining upon him.
The Wolf Council stepped forward. "By the will of the Lunar, we name you Alpha of the Blood Wolf Pack."
A mighty howl erupted from the pack. Marcos had not only claimed victory—he had awakened something ancient, something that had been lost for centuries.
But as he looked up at the moon, a chill ran through his spine.
He could feel something coming.
The Dark Blood Pack would not accept this.
His battle had only just begun.