Dark Possession ✔

Chapter 1: Scarred Blood

People walked around the streets of New York completely unaware that the supernatural existed.

Over hundreds of centuries, werewolves have wandered these lands without being discovered. They hid in plain sight as regular business employees, students, lawyers, doctors, cops and even drug dealers. And in this secret society of werewolves there's also a hierarchy, and no matter where one went on this planet, a hierarchy always called for trouble. The shifter world is ruled by the strongest alphas, and their packs have been following them since beginning of their creation.

However, for this system to run smoothly, all the alphas must follow a code which was created by their ancestors. Although, the one that ruled them all, protected them all and created them, was their goddess, Maya. She was the deity that all werewolves' evil or good worshipped. If someone ever wondered why a wolf howled towards a lonesome moon? It was because that beautiful beast knew that Maya would always listen to his prayers. All maybe except one wolf...

Sunrise wasn't the most ideal time to commit the deed that the entire world found sinful.

Although, the man or beast known as Adrik Vasiliev who walked confidently in the darkest and most dangerous parts of the shadows, didn't care for such trivial sentiments. His morals weren't considered righteous or dutiful. In fact, he was known to be ruthlessly brutal and cold.

Many even doubted if blood ran through his icy veins. They all believed that he wasn't a mere wolf shifter anymore. He was a beast worse than any predator they've come to know. He had been trained to kill and never lose any fight he was put into- the side he chose did not matter. The people that considered him an ally were still weary of his presence. But they were right to do so, because the rumours of his reputation were all true.

There was a fine line between good and evil, believed Adrik. And somewhere, in the shadows, he was sent in that darkness to find it. This highly trained beast got dirty and that way the world stayed clean. That was the mission for wolves like him. And the mission was to be performed with stealth, precision and with no survivors on the enemy's side. That was how Adrik was raised by his family.

He was raised amongst the vilest wolves who tortured all the rules into their offspring. And then, once the children grew older and killed their siblings as a rite of passage into the pack, the kids realized that they grew into the very monster, which they swore never to become.

A monster worse than any predator known to mankind, had no idea what he would become once he turned his humanity off. This switch took away his heart and replaced his blood with black ice. The ice that slithered into his entire body had transformed him into a wicked beast with no loyalties, but to his own desires.

The monster that Adrik grew to be wasn't what his father took into account. He raised Adrik to kill and survive all on his own. But what Adrik's father didn't realize was that he had only strengthened the very child who would kill him in cold-blood. That's the thing with raising a weapon; one must never turn their back to it, otherwise when it strikes, it's the end.

Adrik endured what he needed to, in order to, survive the longest from the other pack members. But he wasn't the only one to live. His cousins survived with him, and they all didn't just survive. The formidable Iron brothers were the one leading the coup against their fathers. The night Isaiah Iron had broken Adrik out of their cages, he knew the time had come for bloodshed and revenge. Adrik had been waiting his entire life for that very moment to use his skills to kill the ones who tortured him.

Adrik fought alongside his cousins to free themselves from their fathers who brutally tortured them into submission, but it hadn't worked. They may have bowed their head, but it wasn't from fear, it was calculated patience that helped them survive those brutal days in cages.