Far away from the glowing, transformed walls of White Wolf City, deep within the wild, untamed forests outside the city, a single figure raced through the dense underbrush, each step fueled by pure desperation.
His breath came in sharp, gasping bursts. His chest heaved, and his legs trembled from exhaustion. Still, he ran. The forest floor, gnarled with roots and hidden dips, threatened to trip him with every frantic stride. Branches clawed at his skin, thorns tore through his sleeves, but he didn't stop, not for a second.
His clothes, though torn and filthy, told a different story if one looked closely. Beneath the grime and blood were faded signs of nobility, elegant embroidery, rich fabric now stained with sweat and sorrow.
This was the son of Agrest Greenwold.
The only surviving heir of the once-mighty noble house that ruled the now-fallen city.
And he was running for his life.
Behind him, something monstrous gave chase. A beast like a tiger, twice the size of a horse, thundered through the forest, its blood-red eyes locked on its prey. Massive fangs dripped with saliva, and each of its clawed steps shook the ground like a drumbeat of death.
And his sister… was already dead.
They had escaped the underground prison beneath their ownl home after the city fell. Their hope was simple: reach the nearest city and survive. But the wilderness had been merciless. They'd encountered monsters, some manageable, some overwhelming. This tiger-beast… was something else entirely. It had begun stalking them three nights ago.
It caught his sister first.
He didn't even have time to turn back.
She screamed, once. Then there was a sickening crunch of bone, followed by silence. He didn't look back. He couldn't. The sound of her body being torn apart haunted his ears even now.
He kept running.
The beast chased him relentlessly, never letting up, never tiring. Somehow, he had stayed ahead. Just enough to survive. Just barely.
Until now.
The trees finally thinned. The boy burst out of the forest and stumbled into an open field. He wheezed, lungs burning, but he dared a glance back.
The beast had stopped at the edge of the woods.
Its crimson eyes glared after him, burning with hatred, but it didn't follow. With a low, rumbling growl, it turned and disappeared into the shadows between the trees.
He was safe.
For now.
The boy collapsed to his knees in the field, the soft wind brushing past him like a whisper. His hands dug into the earth, trembling. Tears streamed down his dirt-streaked face, not from physical pain, but from the storm tearing through his chest.
He had lost everything.
His home.
His father.
His sister.
He was completely, utterly broken.
A strangled scream ripped from his throat.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
He punched the ground, over and over, until his fists bled.
"WHY!? WHY!?" he shouted at the empty sky. "I didn't do anything! Why… why did this happen!?"
No answer came. Just the wind. Just the silence.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, he forced himself to stand. His legs trembled beneath him, but he stood.
Off in the distance… he saw it.
A city. Faint, shimmering on the horizon like a mirage.
Stone walls. Glints of torchlight. The outline of buildings peeking over the horizon.
He show hope.
He began to walk, slowly at first, dragging his feet. Every step hurt. But he walked. And soon… he was close.
As he neared the gates, he saw a long line of people waiting to enter. Travelers, merchants, refugees. All queued patiently.
But he didn't stop.
He pushed forward, ignoring the confused murmurs and angry shouts.
"Hey! Get in line!"
"Who the hell does he think he is?"
The boy didn't respond. He simply kept walking, straight toward the armored guards stationed at the city gates. They wore rusted red armor, bearing the crest of the noble Lenver family. As they spotted him, their expressions darkened.
"Stop right there, beggar!" one of them barked, stepping forward and placing a hand on the hilt of his blade. "No charity here. Get back—"
Before he could finish, the boy pulled something from the shredded remains of his coat, a small token. He tossed it at the guard's feet.
The metal clinked as it hit the cobblestone.
The guard paused.
He bent down, picked it up, and froze.
It was a noble insignia. A token of House Greenwold.
The guard stared between the token and the boy, disbelief etched on his face. How could someone so broken… carry a symbol of such high lineage?
Before he could ask, the boy collapsed.
His body gave out. His consciousness slipped away.
He hit the ground with a dull thud, unmoving.
Meanwhile, in White Wolf City…
It had been one week since Gray Soliski took control.
One week since the city transformed.
The once-dilapidated slums were now rows of pristine marble homes. Streets sparkled under golden lamplight, and flowering gardens bloomed where filth once festered. The people walked taller now. They smiled. They laughed. Hope had returned to their eyes.
To them, Gray wasn't just a ruler.
He was their salvation.
Every morning, crowds gathered in front of the grand mansion now known as the White Wolf Manor. There, beneath the massive statue of Gray in his werewolf form, citizens offered flowers, whispered prayers, and knelt in reverence.
Inside the mansion, Gray stood by the window, watching it all.
A glass of deep red wine rested in his hand.
"I never thought life would take such a turn," he murmured to himself. "I was just a wolf in the snow… and now I'm a god to these people."
He took a slow sip, golden-red eyes reflecting the city that now belonged to him.
His gaze drifted to the garden below.
Bella stood among the blooming flowers—golden dress catching the sunlight, her expression soft and thoughtful. She looked radiant, walking through the petals like she belonged to the very beauty of the place.
She had stirred something in him.
But now wasn't the time for romance.
With a sigh, Gray turned away and settled onto the velvet sofa.
"System," he said. "Open my status panel."
A familiar chime echoed in his mind.
[STATUS WINDOW OPENED]
Name: Gray Soliski
Race: Snow Wolf
Age: 8 (Wolf) + 29 (Human Soul)
Bloodline: Wolf God
Effects: Unknown
Class: Shapeshifter (Werewolf)
Level: 67
Strength: 678 (+3,600 Territory Boost)
Vitality: 344 (+2,456 Territory Boost)
Speed: 547 (+6,547 Territory Boost)
Health: 45,000 (+123,000 Territory Boost)
Defense: 249 (+3,457 Territory Boost)
Note: Territory Domination boosts apply only within conquered territory.
— SKILLS —
🗡️ Claw Strike: 70% chance to kill in one hit. Also releases a phantom claw for ranged damage.
🩸 Bite: Bite power increased by 150%. Generates a phantom bite as well.
🌕 Shapeshift:
Human Form – A gift from the Wolf God.
Werewolf Form – Accessed through Human Form. 10x stat boost.
Wolf Form – True form. Unmatched speed.
— BLESSINGS —
🌕 Blessing of the Full Moon – Powers increase as the full moon approaches. Risk of losing control.
🐺 Wolf God's Blessing – Grants stamina, transformation powers, and the ability to convert humans.
🐾 Guardian Wolf's Blessing – Equal authority to a Wolf Guardian.
— TITLES —
⚔️ Killer of Masses – +50% stats after killing 50+ enemies.
💀 Freak of Nature – Killed 10,000+ monsters. Causes enemies to faint or freeze in fear.
— UNIQUE ABILITIES —
Territory Domination – All werewolves inside your territory receive a 10x power boost. You gain omnivision—able to see anything within your borders. The more land you conquer, the stronger this ability becomes.
First God of the Werewolf – You are the first werewolf to conquer human land and be worshipped as a deity.
Effect: Locked
Faith Required to Activate: 3/100
Description: Allows divine-level creation and destruction. Consumes faith per use.
Gray's eyes scanned the information.
"Territory Domination… insane. But only works inside my city," he muttered. "I'll need to conquer more if I want to grow stronger."
His gaze lingered on the new power—First God of the Werewolf.
"It must've activated because of the statue. Or maybe because they're praying to me?"
He wasn't sure.
But it was clear now.
He wasn't just the ruler of White Wolf City.
He was becoming something more.
He closed the panel and stood up.
His thoughts drifted back to Bella… to their kiss… to the strange connection building between them.
"Maybe it's time to explore that, too," he whispered.
He stepped toward the doors of the mansion, heading for the garden.
"Let's see if she'll join me for that date."
And with that, the god of the city walked into the golden sun.
Toward the woman who had unknowingly captured his heart.