Chapter 40
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_Dorian's POV_
That night, I sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. Nothing caught my interest. The voices from the TV were just noise, blending into the background. My mind was somewhere else—back in the cellar, with Camilla’s trembling voice and fearful eyes.
"He doesn’t just kill people, Dorian. He destroys them. Mind, body, and soul. He is a monster."
Her words haunted me.
Who was she so afraid of? What had she gotten herself into?
I sighed and tossed the remote onto the table. My body was heavy with exhaustion, but my thoughts wouldn’t rest. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push away the anger burning inside me. Camilla had betrayed me. She had poisoned me, used dark magic against me. And now, she refused to give me the answers I needed.
I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back against the couch. My eyes felt heavy.
Maybe if I just closed them for a moment—
I didn’t even realize when sleep took me.
I was running.
The air was thick with fog, curling around my ankles like ghostly fingers. The walls of the labyrinth stretched high above me, twisting and turning in impossible ways.
Something was wrong.
I didn’t know how I got here, but I knew one thing— I had to find a way out.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I ran. My boots echoed against the stone floor, swallowed quickly by the eerie silence around me. The walls seemed to shift, changing every time I turned my head.
Then, I heard it.
A scream.
Sharp. Terrified.
It sent a chill down my spine.
A woman’s scream.
"Dorian! Please, help me!"
Lyla.
Her voice was raw with desperation and filled with terror.
Panic surged through me.
I ran faster.
"Save me!"
Her cries grew louder, coming from just ahead.
I took another turn—
And froze.
A massive black figure was moving through the mist. It was fast, its shadowy form blending into the darkness like it was part of it.
It was hunting something.
No—someone.
Lyla.
She was trapped at a dead end, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. Her chest was rising and falling in rapid breaths.
Her eyes locked onto mine. Wide. Terrified.
She wasn’t just scared. She was begging.
And then, I saw what was chasing her.
A wolf.
But not just any wolf.
It was huge, bigger than any creature I had ever seen. Its fur was pure black, shifting like living shadows. Its red eyes burned like embers, glowing in the darkness.
Its mouth opened, revealing long, sharp fangs dripping with saliva. It let out a deep, guttural growl that made the ground tremble beneath me.
The monster lowered its head, ready to strike.
Lyla whimpered behind me, clutching my arm. Her fingers were ice-cold.
"Dorian," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please... save me."
I didn’t hesitate.
I stepped in front of her, planting myself between her and the beast.
"Stay behind me," I said, my voice low and firm.
Lyla clung to my sleeve. Her grip was tight. She was holding onto me for dear life.
The wolf snarled and its red eyes locked onto me.
"It’s him," Lyla whispered. "The Alpha King. He wants to kill me."
I stiffened. The Alpha King?
Before I could ask her what she meant, the beast lunged. Its massive body crashed into mine, knocking the air from my lungs.
Pain exploded through me—
And I woke up.
I gasped, sitting up so fast my head spun. My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths. My heart was pounding, my skin damp with sweat.
The room was dark, except for the pale glow of the moon outside my window. The air was still, but I felt like I had just run for miles.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing.
It was just a dream. But it felt real. Too real.
I could still hear Lyla’s voice in my head.
"Please save me... He wants to kill me."
The Alpha King. I frowned. My mind was racing.
Why would Lyla say that? Was this just a nightmare? Or was it something more?
I had never dreamed of her before. Never had dreams like this—vivid, intense, almost like a warning.
I clenched my fists.
Something wasn’t right.
I needed to find out the truth.
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