Chapter 119: The Tyrant’s Crown
That night, Elara couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her children’s cold faces from the images.
When she finally drifted off, the nightmares came. But these weren’t just dreams. They felt real. Too true. She stood in a world twenty years in the future.
The sky was gray, and massive walls surrounded what used to be their pack area. But now it looked like a castle. A jail.
"Welcome to the New Order," a familiar voice said behind her. Elara spun around and gasped. It was Kira, but grown up.
Beautiful and scary. Ice crystals floated around her like a cap, and her eyes held no warmth at all. "Kira?" Elara whispered. "Baby, what happened to you?" "Baby?" Kira laughed, but it sounded like breaking glass. "I haven’t been anyone’s baby for a long time, Mother."
The word ’mother’ came out like a curse. "You taught me that power is everything," Kira continued.
"So I took all of it." She pointed, and Elara saw them. Hundreds of people in chains, working in fields under the burning sun.
Werewolves with metal collars stood guard, their eyes empty and controlled. "You enslaved them," Elara breathed in horror.
"I freed them from the burden of choice," Kira corrected coldly. "Humans are weak. They needed strong leaders. We gave them that."
A shadow moved beside Kira, and Kai appeared from the darkness. But he wasn’t the sweet baby Elara knew. This version was tall and lean, with eyes like black holes. Shadows writhed around him like living things.
"The humans used to hunt our kind," Kai said, his voice echoing oddly.