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The next chapters will all be the main character’s point of view–well, maybe the entirety of the book will be the MC’s POV. Stay tuned.

...nyth....

Prologue

Have you ever been in the brink of death? With no one to hold onto, faith diminished by the thought of not surviving, and with a mind long accepted the nearest end of your own life. Have you ever experienced that?

I, for one, is experiencing that as we speak. The gushes of blood from the wound I accumulated from a gunshot pooled under my weak, limping body. I am death stilled on my place, putting every ounce of strength into pressuring the wound on my abdomen. It is this time I should be in panic, but my mind is focused on my survival.

The battle between a pack of werewolves and us, humans, is a futile act of justice. A suicide mission. As a soldier myself, I knew from the start that this battle will only drive us to our death, I tried telling them th, but they never listened. 

Mom, Dad... Help me. Everything is falling apart. What did I do to deserve this—fuck! Why pity myself now? I am no scaredy cat. Dying here would be a badge of honour. BADGE OF HONOUR, ASS! Fuck you, Commander Santillian. I hope you rot in hell, you bitch.

Of course he wouldn’t listen. He drove us to our grave, his own platoon, just because he sided with them cute puppies (werewolves). God damn it all. Of all people, he had to shoot me.

The battle is still on going. The amount of willpower my comrades have had rendered me speechless. Why don’t they just surrender? Fighting back is futile. If they start raising their white flags, they would have not only save their lives, but would also avoid being in the death notes of them wolves.

Why are you even worrying about them, Iris? You're the one that’s dying. I mentally scolded myself. But I am slowly losing consciousness, it’s slipping off, and my mind is feeling groggy. The strength I have left is slowly deteriorating, so as my lifeline. Even before I lose consciousness, I found myself praying to the heavens to save me. To get me out of here and bring me to a safe and peaceful place...

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...end of prologue...

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