Chapter 4

• 【Jason POV】
• “You dare ignore the prison rules I set? Then we’ve got nothing to talk about!”
• The warden shut me down cold.
• “Oh yeah? What if it’s about Alisa?”
• That got him to spin around fast. “What did you say?”
• He waved the guards off.
• “It was the blind witch doctor who told me. She’s got a serious congenital disease. You’re worried, aren’t you?”
• I shifted back into human form and slashed a deep cut across my arm with my nails. Then, right in front of the warden’s eyes, I used the power of the Healing Wolf to close the wound fast.
• His angry glare instantly flickered into wild excitement. “How the hell do you have such a crazy power? They say only a handful of lucky ones blessed by the Moon Goddess can awaken special abilities. Are you really a defective omega? You can heal Alisa!?”
• I looked at him calm and steady, saying nothing, but I’m pretty sure he got the answer just from my eyes.
• So, instead of punishment, I got my own private cell.
• The next day, the warden personally took Alisa to the demon island prison’s witch doctor’s room.
• She’s just an eight-year-old wolf girl, and her case is tough—her heart’s weak from birth, and if her heartbeat speeds up too much, her heart just stops.
• I spoke softly to calm her down, telling her not to be scared, while using the Healing Wolf’s power to nurture her heart. With my current strength, I couldn’t fix her right away—it’d take a long time.
• With the immediate danger gone and the warden’s attention, life on demon island prison got quiet. But that calm didn’t kill my will.
• Every day, I thought about Lucia. I wondered if she was awake, if she was healing, if she was missing me like I missed her.
• I wanted out. I wanted to be with her again. To hold her close one more time.
• That belief kept me going. No matter how much pain or suffering, I could take it to make that happen!
• Day after day, I trained. Fenrir and I kept getting stronger through cycles of breaking down and rebuilding. I mastered more and more of the powers of the Battle Wolf and the Healing Wolf. Finally, I broke through my chains and hit my first big breakthrough—from a super omega to a low-level beta.
• When I transformed into a wolf again, a streak of silver hair appeared on top of my head. That silver strand was as hard and sharp as a steel needle, a clear sign that I’d grown stronger.
• I didn’t stop there—I kept pushing forward.
• From a low-level beta whose claws could tear through iron plates, to a mid-level beta whose claws could harden and shred steel, then to a high-level beta whose howl could unleash shockwaves, and finally to a super beta whose entire body could harden so much that not even bullets could scratch me.
• Before I knew it, my wolf form had turned into a pure silver phantom. I was standing at the doorstep of yet another breakthrough.
• Time flew by during my grueling training.
• One year…
• Three years…
• Five years…
• On this lonely, brutal path, a lot had changed.
• Thanks to my powerful fighting skills and healing abilities, I went from being a looked-down-upon omega to someone everyone respected in the Devil’s Island prison. Many strong werewolves bowed to me and accepted me as their leader.
• I completely healed Alisa, and the warden introduced me to a bunch of powerful outcasts from the outside world—people who had nowhere else to turn. Some were badly injured, others on the brink of death. I saved them with my healing powers, and that earned me some serious connections.
• The only thing that never changed was my determination to get back to Lucia and protect her till the end of time. No matter how many waves crashed against the shore and changed everything, my heart stayed as solid as steel.
• Click, click, click!
• The iron door of my cage swung open, and the warden appeared with a smile.
• I stood up—and from that smile, I read exactly what I’d been hoping for.
• “Congrats, Jason. You’re free to go! Those big shots who owe you favors pulled some strings and made it happen.”
• The warden clapped a few times: “What a miracle—just like you!”
• As I walked down that dark hallway one last time, countless werewolves in the cages on both sides shouted my name: “Jason! Jason! Jason!”
• Amid the cheers, I arrived once again at the shaman’s room—the place where my fate had changed.
• “Master X, I’m getting out,” I said to the old man lying on the bed. He was frail now, close to facing his final destiny.
• “That’s good, that’s good. You’ve got to protect that girl and live a happy life with her,” Master X said, genuinely happy for me.
• Then he pulled out a silver moon necklace. “This was the only thing my girl left me. I’m giving it to you, hoping you can live the life she and I never got to have. Also…”
• “If anyone recognizes this necklace at a glance, it means they’re from her tribe. I want you to help them.”
• I made my promise, then bowed deeply to Master X to show my thanks.
• Boom!
• The gates of Devil’s Island prison slammed open. Once again, I was blasted by the salty sea breeze of freedom.
• I spread my arms wide, letting the wind hit my face, breathing in the fresh air tinged with a sharp, briny scent.
• “Jason.”
• The warden pulled out a letter. “This came in a month ago. Sorry it took me this long to give it to you. Back then, I thought maybe it was better if you didn’t see it.”
• I took the letter and tore it open.
• “Sorry, Jason. I can’t wait for you anymore. I have to move on. I’m about to marry your brother. Please forget me…”
• The handwriting was so familiar, but the words hit me like a punch to the gut—worse than any nightmare I’d ever had.
• For five years, I’d been on edge. I’d sent Lucia countless letters but never got a single reply. She never came to see me either. Still, I believed in her love. I told myself she must have reasons I didn’t know about. But now…
• My mind exploded. Everything went blank. My legs wobbled, and I almost collapsed.
• “Jason, you’ve got to stay strong.”
• The warden sighed. “I believe you’ll find someone worth loving even more.”
• My shaking eyes followed the letter as it slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. My pupils shrank like a trap snapping shut.
• No! Lucia hasn’t changed! This letter…
• I lunged forward, grabbed the letter, and looked at it again, carefully.
• Lucia’s handwriting was unmistakable. Yeah, she wrote it herself, but…
• There were tear stains on the paper.
• A picture forced itself into my mind: under candlelight, Lucia wiping tears away, her fingers trembling as she wrote this final, heartbreaking letter.
• She was forced into this.
• I realized it instantly.
• Mark! You promised me you’d keep Lucia safe and happy, but you’re forcing her to marry you!?
• My fists clenched tight, rage shooting straight to the sky.
• I quickly calculated the wedding date mentioned in the letter.
• Tomorrow night.
• That’s all the time I need.
• I took a deep breath, forcing my wild emotions to calm down. When I opened my eyes again, all I felt was cold, ironclad determination.
• Five years of hell had one purpose: to gain the strength to protect her.
• Lucia, don’t be afraid. I’m coming back.
• I jumped onto the speedboat leaving the island. The engine roared, ripping through the calm sea like my burning resolve to turn the world upside down for her.