Chapter 3 Echoes Of A Forgotten Self (2/2)

Christian's world was abruptly upended, violently and irrevocably, when he stumbled upon the atrocious truth: his entire pack had been snatched away and hauled off to a lab, left to languish under the merciless scrutiny of heartless scientists.

As he pondered his options, one stark truth loomed large: he couldn't count on the council for aid, not when some of the malefactors behind this vile scheme were in cahoots with them. Their once-hallowed status was now nothing more than a hollow façade in his eyes.

The searing pain of betrayal clawed at his heartstrings, an agonizing reminder that his once unwavering trust in the heroes of the werewolf community he idolized had been so callously trampled upon.

The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on Christian's shoulders, and his heart was beating at a rapid pace.

He could feel the sweat trickling down his face as he met with his father and the few pack members who were away at the time of the kidnapping.

They all shared a determined look as they huddled together and devised a plan to rescue their pack from the clutches of their captors.

However, with every step they took, the danger increased, and the horror of the situation became more apparent.

Christian could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as they approached the lab where his pack was being held captive after taking down a few organizations.

The smell of smoke and chemicals filled the air, and he could hear the muffled cries of his pack members coming from deep within the lab through the mind link, a telepathic connection shared by werewolves of the same pack.

The lab looked heavily guarded.

Despite the risks, Christian and his team remained resolute.

They assassinated the captors, taking them down one by one so as not to alert the enemies until they reached the area where their pack was locked.

The sight of their weakened and tormented bodies only fueled their rage and strengthened their resolve.

As they were releasing them from their shackles, the doors slid open, and countless armed men rushed in, surrounding them with vile grins.

The situation took a turn for the worst. It looked like they won't be getting out alive.

But in a desperate attempt to save his pack, Christian made the ultimate sacrifice.

He offered up his heart to the moon goddess, a sacrifice that granted them unimaginable power for a temporary period. He knew it was the only way to ensure the safety of his pack, and he did not hesitate to do it.

With his newfound strength, he took down the captors, burned down the lab, and fled the city with his pack.

The council wasn't clean. And they had reasons to believe that someone powerful was backing the lab and committing heinous crimes against the werewolf. There were mad bastards looking to capture werewolfs and use them in their dirty experiments.

Thus, the werewolves couldn't live in their homeland. They decided to start afresh in a peaceful third-world country in the East, where they could live their lives without fear of persecution or harm.

As Christian lay dying on the ground, surrounded by his pack members, he took comfort in knowing that he had lived up to his responsibilities as the Alpha.

His pack members wept and thanked him for his bravery and selflessness while his father cried out to the moon, begging for the Moon Goddess to save his son. He regretted that he passed on the position of the Alpha to his son too soon. If only he were the Alpha, the one who would be dying wouldn't be his son, but him.

Looking at his father, Christian knew he would have hurt as much, if not more, than his father if he were in his shoes. No man would like to see his son die before him, but he wanted to be selfish this one time.

In his final moments, he looked up at his father, patting his cheek gently, and told him not to cry before his hand fell down weakly.

With a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he closed his eyes, content in the knowledge that he had done everything in his power to protect his pack and ensure their safety.

What did Christian Wolfie have to do with Evan Frost, who was born on a different planet than him?

They may be two different people, coming from different planets, that could not possibly be related, but the truth of the matter was that they shared a special connection, insepratble by space and time.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom Evan Frost was Christian Wolfie in his past life!

The visions Evan had been having weren't glimpses of the future. They were the memories of his past life!

'It's shocking to know I was such a great guy in my past life.' Evan thought after reviewing the lengthy vision he had experienced tonight.