Third Person Pov
“Rein, go right, then two lefts, and another right,” Calium’s voice was low but commanding, cutting through the still air like a blade. “Stop at the monkey mural. Check for vents—they’ll lead to the cells.”
The blonde didn’t hesitate. With a firm push, Calium sent him into the shadows, his golden hair catching the moonlight for a fleeting moment before disappearing. He turned to Kassie, his other lover, whose wide, dark eyes flickered with unease.
“You’re with him. Stay close.”
Calium didn’t wait for a response. His sharp gaze shifted to the labyrinthine corridors ahead. Without another word, he melted into the darkness, his steps as quiet as the whisper of wind.
He trusted them—or so he thought.
A scream tore through the silence, raw and piercing. It wasn’t just a scream of fear—it was their signal for danger.
Calium’s heart twisted as he sprinted toward the sound. His breath came in sharp bursts, his vision narrowing to the path ahead. He clutched the weapons he had scavenged, each one slick with the blood of hunters he’d cut down like weeds.
The scream led him to the heart of the crumbling headquarters, where rusted walls seemed to close in like the jaws of a trap.
And there he saw it: Kassie, pinned by three men, their sneers dripping with malice.
Rage blinded him. The men surrounding him were obstacles, mere flies in the way of his target. With a single sweep of his blade, they fell like marionettes whose strings had been severed. Blood pooled beneath their lifeless bodies, reflecting the dim flicker of a broken fluorescent light.
“What... what the hell?” one of Kassie’s captors stammered, his bravado crumbling under the weight of Calium’s fury.
Seizing the moment, Kassie twisted free, his delicate frame delivering a precise kick to his captor’s knee. The man crumpled with a howl.
“Cal!” Kassie cried, rushing into his lover’s arms. His trembling hands clutched at Calium’s jacket as though it were a lifeline.
“Where’s Rein?” Calium demanded, his voice sharp, but his eyes soft as they searched Kassie’s face.
“I... I don’t know,” Kassie stammered, his voice shaky. “We were ambushed. They dragged him away.”
Calium’s jaw clenched. “Stay close. We’ll find him.”
The corridors stretched endlessly before them, a maze of decay and shadows. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and rust, and every step echoed like a death knell.
“Can you sense him?” Kassie asked, his voice tense.
Calium faltered, clutching his head. “I—” His words broke off into a sharp gasp as his legs buckled.
“Calium!” Kassie caught him, but the room spun, and a splitting headache clawed its way through his skull. His vision blurred, and he saw Kassie collapse beside him, unconscious.
Before the darkness claimed him, one word slipped from his lips.
“Mika...”
Seventeen years earlier...
The crack of a whip split the air, and a hundred pairs of small, frightened eyes flinched.
“Move, you worthless brats!” barked a masked man, his baton slamming against the iron bars of the cage.
Eight-year-old Caleb staggered out with the others, his bare feet scraping against the cold, gritty floor. The children shuffled like cattle, their eyes hollow, their faces streaked with dirt and tears.
A hand shot out, grabbing Caleb by the chin. The man’s calloused fingers dug into his skin as he sneered.
“Head down, pretty boy,” he growled. “Or I’ll teach you a lesson.”
When Caleb didn’t respond, the man struck him across the face. Pain exploded like fireworks behind Caleb’s eyes, and blood dripped from his split lip.
But something inside him snapped. Like a wild animal backed into a corner, Caleb lashed out. His small hand found the man’s eye, and with a sickening squelch, he tore it from its socket. Blood sprayed across Caleb’s face, warm and sticky, as the man crumpled to the ground, screaming.
The world froze. The other children gasped, their terror palpable.
Before the man’s comrades could retaliate, a voice, smooth and venomous, cut through the chaos.
“Touch him, and you’ll wish for death.”
A man descended the staircase, his tailored suit pristine, his polished shoes clicking against the stone floor. He smiled—a cold, calculated curve of his lips.
“Well, well,” he purred, his sharp eyes fixed on Caleb. “A diamond in the rough.”
He crouched before the boy, his gaze lingering on the blood-streaked hand that still clutched the ruined eye.
“Richard,” he called, not breaking eye contact. “Take this one to the suite. He’s mine now.”
From that day, Caleb was no longer Caleb.
“Calium,” the man had declared over dinner that night, his smile sharp enough to cut. “That is your name now. You’ll serve me, and in return, I’ll give you purpose.”
At first, Calium didn’t question it. He was trained, conditioned, and shaped into the perfect weapon. He learned to kill with precision, his hands becoming instruments of death.
By the time he was ten, he no longer flinched at the sight of blood. But the monotony of death began to weigh on him—until Kassie stumbled into his room.
The boy was like a broken doll, all trembling hands and tear-streaked cheeks. Calium hid him, shielding him from punishment. In return, Kassie gave him something he hadn’t felt in years: warmth.
Their first mission together was a disaster. Kassie froze, paralyzed by the weight of his first kill. That night, Calium stayed by his side, his steady voice soothing Kassie’s frayed nerves.
Their bond deepened with every mission, and by the time Rein joined them, they were inseparable.
But the organization had other plans.
The Wolf Project was their ultimate goal—a twisted experiment to create superhuman assassins. Torture became their daily reality, and wolf blood their lifeline. The serum transformed them, stripping away their humanity.
Kassie’s mind fractured, unlocking the power to control others. Rein’s strength became monstrous, but at the cost of his temper. Calium’s sight sharpened, revealing things hidden from the naked eye.
After five years of torment, they escaped, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
But the scars remained.
Well, until a certain angel found it's way to the devil's nest, only to be shunned by the truth that he was betrayed by ones he tried to protect.
How naive of him to think Mika will welcome them with open arms.
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