Chapter 4

• 【Jason POV】
• “You dare ignore the prison rules I set? Then we have nothing to talk about!”
• The warden shut me down cold.
• “Oh yeah? What if it’s about Alisa?”
• That made him turn around fast. “What did you say?”
• He ordered the guards to leave.
• “It was the blind witch doctor who told me. She has a serious congenital disease. You’re worried, aren’t you?”
• I shifted back into human form and dragged my nails across my arm, opening a deep cut. Then, right in front of the warden’s eyes, I used the power of the Healing Wolf to seal the wound quickly.
• His furious glare flickered into wild excitement. “How do you have such a power? People say only a few blessed by the Moon Goddess can awaken special abilities. Are you really a defective omega? You can heal Alisa?”
• I looked at him calmly, saying nothing, but the answer was clear enough in my eyes.
• Instead of punishment, I received my own private cell.
• The next day, the warden personally brought Alisa to the witch doctor’s room in the demon island prison.
• She was only eight years old, a small wolf girl with a difficult condition. Her heart was weak from birth, and if her heartbeat rose too quickly, it would stop completely.
• I spoke softly to calm her and told her she didn’t need to be afraid. Then I used the Healing Wolf’s power to nourish her heart. With the strength I had at the time, I couldn’t cure her instantly. It would take a long period of steady healing.
• With the immediate danger gone and the warden watching closely, life in the prison grew quiet. But that calm didn’t break my will.
• Every day, I thought about Lucia. I wondered if she was awake, if she was recovering, if she missed me the way I missed her.
• I wanted to leave. I wanted to return to her. I wanted to hold her again.
• That belief became my fuel. No matter the pain, I endured it so I could reach that goal.
• Day after day, I trained. Fenrir and I grew stronger through countless cycles of exhaustion and recovery. I mastered more of the powers of the Battle Wolf and the Healing Wolf. Eventually, I broke through my limits and reached my first major advancement, evolving from a super omega to a low level beta.
• When I transformed again, a streak of silver hair appeared on top of my head. It was as sharp and hard as a steel needle, a clear sign of my growing strength.
• I did not stop. I kept moving forward.
• From a low level beta whose claws could tear through iron, to a mid level beta whose claws could harden and shred steel, then to a high level beta whose howl sent shockwaves through the air, and finally to a super beta whose hardened body could withstand bullets.
• Before long, my wolf form became a pure silver phantom, and I reached the edge of yet another breakthrough.
• Time disappeared during that brutal training.
• One year…
• Three years…
• Five years…
• On that lonely path, everything changed.
• With my fighting ability and healing power, I rose from a scorned omega to a respected figure in Devil’s Island prison. Many strong werewolves bowed to me and accepted me as their leader.
• I healed Alisa completely, and the warden introduced me to powerful outcasts from the outside world. Some were wounded, others close to death. I saved them, and in return, I gained strong connections.
• Only one thing never changed. My determination to return to Lucia and protect her for the rest of my life. Waves could wear down mountains and reshape the earth, but my heart remained solid as steel.
• Click, click, click.
• The iron door of my cage opened, and the warden appeared with a smile.
• I stood up. From that smile alone, I understood everything.
• “Congratulations, Jason. You’re free to go. The big names who owe you favors pulled some strings and made this possible.”
• The warden clapped. “A miracle, just like you.”
• As I walked down the dark hallway for the final time, werewolves on both sides shouted my name. “Jason! Jason! Jason!”
• Amid the echoes, I reached the shaman’s room again, the place where my fate had shifted.
• “Master X, I’m leaving,” I said to the old man lying on the bed. He looked frail, already close to the end.
• “That’s good, that’s good. You must protect that girl and live a happy life with her,” Master X said with genuine warmth.
• He pulled out a silver moon necklace. “This is the only thing my daughter left me. I’m giving it to you so you can live the life she and I never had. Also…”
• “If anyone recognizes this necklace at a glance, it means they are from her tribe. I hope you help them.”
• I promised and bowed deeply to show my gratitude.
• Boom.
• The gates of Devil’s Island prison opened. The salty breeze of freedom hit me once again.
• I stretched my arms and let the wind wash over my face. The air smelled sharp and briny.
• “Jason.”
• The warden brought out a letter. “This arrived a month ago. I’m sorry it took so long to give it to you. Back then, I wasn’t sure you should see it.”
• I took the letter and opened it.
• “Sorry, Jason. I can’t wait for you anymore. I need to move on. I’m about to marry your brother. Please forget me.”
• The handwriting was so familiar, but the words struck me like a blow. Worse than any nightmare.
• For five years, I had lived on edge. I sent Lucia letter after letter but never got a reply. She never visited either. Still, I believed in her love. I told myself she must have her reasons. But now…
• My mind went blank. My legs nearly gave out.
• “Jason, you must stay strong,” the warden said with a sigh. “I believe you will find someone even more worthy of your love.”
• The letter slipped from my shaking hand and fell to the ground. My pupils tightened like a trap closing.
• No. Lucia hasn’t changed. This letter…
• I snatched it back and studied it carefully.
• Lucia’s handwriting was unmistakable. She wrote it herself, but…
• There were tear stains on the paper.
• A picture flashed in my mind. Lucia sitting under candlelight, wiping her tears as she forced herself to write this final message.
• She was forced into this.
• I realized it at once.
• Mark. You said you would protect Lucia and keep her safe. Instead, you forced her to marry you?
• Anger surged through me, blazing like fire.
• I calculated the wedding date written in the letter.
• Tomorrow night.
• That was all the time I needed.
• I inhaled deeply and forced my emotions to settle. When I opened my eyes, all that remained was cold determination.
• Five years of suffering had one purpose. To gain the strength to protect her.
• Lucia, don’t be afraid. I’m coming back.
• I leapt into the speedboat waiting at the pier. The engine roared to life and tore across the sea, just as my resolve tore through every obstacle between us.