PROLOGUE

I don't want to believe that this is the end...

I can still recall the happenings a hundred years ago.

I refuse to accept that every people whom I love will die in vain for me like this...

The strong stench of the blood is everywhere, invading my nose.

I shook my head as if it will remove all the smell that I know that only idiots will think of doing so.

I am already sick of it!!!

I saw a glimpse of my family's bodies that are drenched with this sickening red liquid. I was covered with remorse at the sight of it.

I am already sick of following the path that the so-called fate has created for me!!!

But the following image made my sanity snapped at that very moment.

I ran for the lifeless thin corpse that is so light like a little branch of the tree in our backyard. Skin that as pale as paper, lips that are chipped and wilted, and her honey blonde hair that it's shine already turned dull.

My body is shaking, my hands are full of blood, but not from her. Because the blood that gives her colour and life that makes her heart constantly beating are all drained from her poor veins and body.

She is like a crumbling rock from the hundred of years weathering. She is like now a sand in the endless desert that is as dead as the stagnant water that has no other hopes of flowing and make its waves.

I feel my heart stopped its beating. But not because I am dead.

It is because the one who have this heart of mine has her life drifted away in front of me with a weak smile.

NO! I WON'T YIELD!!!

I turned to the cannibal that is smirking at me while licking his bloodied claws.

We share the blood of an alpha, but he made me experienced such pain that is beyond to any crimes that a human nor a monster like us can commit.

He, who is the root of my whole being and the one whom my mother loved the most is the same person who killed and devour his family and my better half.

Why? Why is he so cruel to me but not to his illegitimate son? Why is he so partial and keep on listening to the human mistress he have that knows nothing but to lie on his bed and welcome every thrusts and lewdness he have?

Why me? Why her? Why us?

Questions of mine are known to be unable to be answered even for another century have passed because at that very bloody night that he killed his innocent and obedient legal child of his, is also became his death anniversary.

I was drowned in the abyss of loneliness. Lost in thought and sanity. I became a killing machine for half a century after that nightmare, hoping that I'll die too and be with her. But, curse this pure bloodline of mine, I can't die!

What should I do?!

Then, I thought of the word 'reincarnation'.

This world is full of fantasy which monsters and demons are a well-known existence as well as angels and divine beings.

In this lifetime, for the first time, this world gave me another sliver of hope that one day... I will be able to meet her once again and be with her... forever.

I will look for you and after that, no one can take us apart even the heaven itself...