Nyctophobia | KOOKV

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Hey hoi! Hope you guys will like this story! For those who have read it before, it'll be a little different. I fixed plot holes and made it a little more organized, that's all.

Oh and TW: violence, 18+ scenes, curse words, bullying, insensitive behavior, dark themes.

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Prologue

It still haunts me. Bends my dreams into nightmares and turns what is sweet into scorn and sorrow.

For fourteen years I've lived this way, deprived of my sight and forced to accept that the last thing I've ever seen and will see was blood and slaughter.

I remember that day as if it was yesterday. The day our pack got attacked and I lost not only my sight but the strongest, most wonderful woman in my life.

I remember holding her hand, trying to stop her from fleeing the bunkers. I remember yelling at her, telling her to stay with me. But she didn't listen.

"You stay here, my sweet boy. Take care of the others, okay?" she said, and how I now wished that was the last thing I heard from her.

I didn't listen to her. I couldn't stay behind knowing my mother ran through a battlefield to try and save a little girl. So I went after her.

This was also the day I lost all respect for the leader of our pack, Pack Alpha Jung Hyunsul. Cause when a wolf, twice the size of my mother, circled her... our Alpha stood there watching. He didn't care for one mere woman of the pack. He cared for his own life more. He backed away and left my mother to fend for herself, trying to protect the young girl hiding behind her.

I ran. I ran and ran and didn't think. I didn't hesitate for a second, running till my breath stung in my throat and my heart tried to pound from my chest.

I saw how he clawed at her stomach and chest. I was a little too late as I jumped on his back and attacked him. My small arms wrapped around his throat as he tried to throw me off him.

Then his hands find me, my face. I barely felt how his nails crossed my face, and tore open my eyes. I barely recall how one second I was looking at my mother, crawling away from the beast I was mounting, her body covered in blood and wounds, and then it was all gone.

I remember my mother's screams for help, the pain in her voice. And I remember falling to the ground, my hands looking for anything to use and gripping the hilt of a sword twice my weight.

I remember slicing the wolf's throat open and how he fell on top of me.

My eyes shot open—a habit I'm sure I'll never lose—as I sit up straight. My hands fall behind me, allowing me to lean on them as I gasp for air.

My mattress is wet from sweat, my brows pricking slightly from the salty substance.

From the silence around me, I know it's not yet morning, but sleep has failed on me entirely.

As I try to look around the room—a hopeless attempt as I haven't seen a thing in years now—I notice I haven't fully left my nightmare yet.

My head throbs with unwanted memories and in the distance, I can still hear her, my mother. I can still hear her screams for help.

I lay down on my back again, my bare skin sticking to the sheets. Slowly, carefully, I slide my fingers across the scar on my chest, one that had almost killed me. My hands go up some more and I touch my face.

By day, I wear a black material to cover my eyes and the area around them. I don't want them to see the scars and my ruined eyes.

I know there are rumors out there. Me losing my sight was supposedly my punishment for killing my own mother.

I don't care much for their whispers and stories. I'd imagine anyone sensible wouldn't just believe such a horrible story and ask about it if they're really curious. I don't come off as very intimidating, I think.

Sleep having completely abandoned me, I get out of bed and make my way down the stairs to make myself something to drink.

I'm twenty years old now and almost done with my studies. After this year I'll be gone, probably to a human city. I don't belong here anymore, between the wolves that despise me for being weak.

Were I an Omega or even a Beta, no one would care about my loss of sight. However, being not just an Alpha but a Prime Alpha, makes things a bit more complicated. How am I supposed to protect without my sight?

I can't imagine finding my mate. If she or he is an Omega it is my job to protect them from other wolves. If they're a Beta I also have to take care of them but they're more capable of defending themselves.

I don't think—were I to ever get a mate—that she'll be an Alpha. Everything in me tells me I won't be that fortunate.

I sigh as I lean against the counter. I shouldn't overthink it, it doesn't matter anyway. I'm not looking for my mate, I don't want her. I want to finish my studies and leave this world behind.

But I guess the moon goddess has other plans for me...