Beginning of the Wolfkissed Soul (Part-3)....

The sun rose, but Dazy never stepped out of her room.

She hadn't gone to college either. Not today.

Not after everything.

Aliyah, skipping college with a fake "group study" excuse, rushed over to Dazy's house. Her mother greeted her with tired eyes.

"She hasn't eaten anything… and hasn't come out once," she whispered with worry.

Without wasting a second, Aliyah quietly pushed open Dazy's bedroom door.

Inside, Dazy sat silently on her bed, eyes closed. Her hands rested on her lap. Her expression… blank. Still. Far away.

"Dazy… hey…" Aliyah stepped closer. "Are you okay? You promised me not to let your mom worry. But if you keep acting like this, she's going to notice everything."

Dazy didn't respond.

She was lost — not in thought, but in a voice.

> "So, I'm Prizey...? But who is Prizey…?

And if I'm her… then who was Dazy?

Or… am I both?"

"Dazy? What are you murmuring?" Aliyah's voice cracked with concern.

Dazy opened her eyes slowly. "Oh… hey Aliyah."

"You weren't even listening to me, were you?" Aliyah sighed. "Still thinking about yesterday?"

Dazy gave a faint smile. "Not really. I was just… realizing how foolish I've been."

Then she looked at her friend with quiet intensity.

"Aliyah… do you know anyone named Prizey?"

Aliyah raised an eyebrow. "Prizey? That's… oddly rare. I don't think I've ever heard it. Why?"

"I think… I might be her," Dazy whispered.

Aliyah blinked. "Alright… what's happening to you? You're Dazy. My Dazy. My duffer Dazy."

Dazy's eyes didn't waver. "Aliyah… I want to transform.

Just like a wolf's mate would. I want to become strong, fearless, and proud. Not a girl who breaks."

Aliyah was speechless. "Wolf's mate? That's such a random analogy…"

But Dazy remembered his voice, echoing like a chant in her dreams:

> "The one who stands with a wolf cannot be fragile."

"That's what a wolf's mate is," Dazy replied, her voice low. "Strong. Independent. Silent in solitude. And never afraid to face the world. That's who I want to become."

Aliyah stared at her best friend as if seeing her for the first time.

"...Okay... who replaced my broken friend with this girl talking about transformations?"

Dazy looked at her with trembling determination.

"Aliyah, I need to change. I need to become her. I want revenge.

On the one who mocked my love… who pushed me to the edge.

Please… help me."

Aliyah's eyes softened. She wrapped her arms tightly around her.

"You think I'd ever let you do this alone?" she whispered.

"I know someone. Someone who can help you become everything you dream of. He's a little… eccentric, but trust me — if anyone can turn you into a 'Wolfie Girl,' it's him."

Scene Shift – The Temple.....

The stone floor echoed beneath their steps as they entered the ancient temple hidden between moss-covered ruins.

Aliyah walked ahead. "Master! Remember the girl I told you about? She's here—"

Before she could finish, the Master raised a hand, eyes locked on Dazy.

> "Prizey…" he whispered. "So you do exist.

Xavier was right…"

Dazy flinched. "Wait… I'm not Prizey. I'm Dazy. But… I've had these nightmares. There were creatures—monsters chasing me.

But someone… someone with blue eyes always saved me. He said his name was Xavier."

"Xavier…" The Master smiled faintly. "Yes… it would be him. Oh Xavier, you are so chaotic."

Aliyah stepped forward. "Who is Xavier?! And what's happening to my friend?"

Suddenly, Dazy's hand flew to her throat. Her neck mark began to glow, light pouring from her skin. She screamed in agony.

"Ahhhh! It burns! It's burning!"

The Master's expression hardened. In one swift motion, he stepped forward and pressed his hand over her neck — whispering a spell.

Dazy collapsed, unconscious.

Aliyah dropped to her knees beside her. "Dazy?! What did you do?!"

"She will be fine," the Master whispered. "But the seal… has awakened."

Hours later, her eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Dazy!" Aliyah gasped, rushing to her side. "What is this… this mark? I thought it was just a tattoo, but it's a curse. You hid this from me?"

Dazy looked away, guilt casting a shadow over her face.

"I didn't want you to know, Aliyah… not yet."

Aliyah's voice trembled. "I'm your friend. You could've trusted me! You think I wouldn't have understood—?"

Before she could finish, the door creaked open.

The Master entered. His voice echoed like commandment.

"Enough, child. Let it go. Soon, you'll understand the truth behind the mark. For now… your training begins."

Dazy's gaze sharpened. "

Hours later, her eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Dazy!" Aliyah gasped, rushing to her side. "What is this… this mark? I thought it was just a tattoo, but it's a curse. You hid this from me?"

Dazy looked away, guilt casting a shadow over her face.

"I didn't want you to know, Aliyah… not yet."

Aliyah's voice trembled. "I'm your friend. You could've trusted me! You think I wouldn't have understood—?"

Before she could finish, the door creaked open.

The Master entered. His voice echoed like commandment.

"Enough, child. Let it go. Soon, you'll understand the truth behind the mark. For now… your training begins."

Dazy's gaze sharpened. "Yes, Master. I'm ready."

"Then follow me," he said.

Scene Shift – The Hidden Ground

The trio stepped out the back of the temple.

As the heavy wooden gates opened, Dazy and Aliyah stood in awe.

Before them lay an enormous training ground — the sun blazing high above — filled with rows of students practicing fierce martial forms. Every movement was sharp, every face soaked in sweat and determination.

Dazy's eyes widened.

"Oh my god…"

Aliyah whispered, "Unbelievable…"

The Master stepped forward.

"This is your destiny now, Prizey. Your training starts today."

He turned to her, eyes like steel.

"And understand this clearly — during this period, there will be no mercy. No skipping moves, no surrendering to pain.

If it hurts, don't reach for painkillers — meditate. Breathe.

You will not transform for revenge.

You will transform… for Xavier."

Dazy's lips parted. Her pulse quickened.

"A mate to a wolf is no ordinary soul — and a Wolfkissed soul… is rarer than the moon's own tears."

Aliyah gently placed a hand on Prizey's shoulder.

"Okay bestie… my dear best of luck."

"And one more thing," the Master announced.

"From today onward, you are no longer Dazy.

You are Prizey. The name the moon marked you with."

Aliyah and Prizey exchanged a glance.

"Yes, Master," they answered in unison.

Training Period Begins.....

Day 1.....

"Let's begin with the basics. Show me a kick."

Prizey gritted her teeth, focusing… but her foot barely lifted with power.

"No… no… no!" she cried, frustration curling her voice.

The Master nodded calmly.

"As expected. We'll start with stretching then."

Leg splits.

Arm extensions.

Back flexibility drills.

Pain screamed through every muscle.

But she did not stop.

One Month Later

Her body bent like a bow — flexible, trained, controlled. She didn't shake anymore. She didn't scream. She breathed through the pain.

Start of Second Month

The Master stood in front of her, his expression thoughtful.

"Remember, child," he said, "you are not trying to be perfect.

You are trying to be better than who you were yesterday."

Prizey nodded with a spark in her eyes.

"Yes, Master."

Four Months Later – The Rise of Prizey

She stood at the center of the field. The sun reflected off her sweat-kissed skin. Her body was no longer soft — it was sculpted, sharp, precise. Her aura had changed.

She wasn't Dazy anymore.

The Master looked at her with pride.

"You've done what takes others years to accomplish. Through pure dedication… through willpower. I'm proud of you, Prizey."

Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she held them back.

"No, Master. This credit belongs to you. Without your guidance, I wouldn't be here.

You chang

Music echoed across the poolside. Laughter rang like glass windchimes. Water splashed. Lights danced. Everyone was there—drinking, dancing, celebrating. It wasn't just a party… it was Prizey Velaris's official comeback.

But the girl everyone came to admire wasn't smiling.

Prizey sat alone beneath the soft shade of a palm tree, her gaze fixed somewhere in the blur of glowing lights and distorted reflections. The laughter and cheer of others felt like a memory—one she no longer belonged to.

She was here.

But not really.

Because no matter how much makeup she wore, how many secrets she buried, or how confidently she walked into that college again… a part of her still lived in that Tuesday afternoon—the day she tried to love the wrong person.

Her fingers clenched around the glass in her hand.

That boy.

That trash named Robin.

She had loved him with everything she had. With a heart that never thought twice before giving. With a soul that dreamt too innocently.

And he had shattered her like she was nothing.

Now… even the word "love" made her sick. It made her want to tear her skin off, just to remove the memory of ever feeling something so vile. So weak. So foolish.

How could she have fallen for someone like him… when the universe had someone like Xavier written in her fate?

A voice broke her spiral.

"Prizey, darling!" Aliyah appeared, arms full of energy and joy. "Come on! Everyone's having fun. Why're you sitting here all alone?"

Prizey didn't even lift her gaze. "I don't feel like it, Aliyah. You guys enjoy. I'm watching."

Aliyah narrowed her eyes. She'd known her best friend too long to ignore the signs. The distance. The silence. The death of that warm, silly Dazy laugh.

"You think I haven't noticed, do you?" she said, softly sitting beside her. "You've changed. You don't talk much. You never smile. It's like the old you died that day. And now you're cold… like a lone wolf."

Prizey's eyes remained fixed on the ripples in the water.

"Because I finally learned something," she said, her voice a slow thunder. "In this world… innocence is worthless. Being kind is seen as weakness. Being soft just invites knives to your back. So I killed that part of me. I buried her."

Aliyah didn't speak.

Because this was no longer the Dazy she met in a classroom.

This was Prizey Velaris. The girl rising from the ashes.

"Anyway," Prizey's tone shifted slightly. "What about the plan?"

Aliyah gave a half-smile. "Just show up at college tomorrow… You'll see."

Prizey finally looked up. Her lips curled into a smirk — slow, sharp, dangerous.

The kind of smirk that promised chaos.

The kind of smirk a sigma gives before flipping the whole tablet.

The music pulsed through the air as the pool party roared with laughter and splashing water. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the celebration of Prizey's dramatic comeback—everyone except Prizey herself. She sat silently in a shadowed corner, far from the glittering lights and booming speakers. Her smile, once bright and innocent, had vanished somewhere along the path of her transformation.

No matter how hard she tried, the memory of that humiliating Tuesday kept clawing its way back into her mind—the day she'd stood in front of Robin, confessing her heart, only to have it stomped on. Since that day, the very word "love" made her sick. She hated herself for ever falling for someone like him. She hated how blind she'd been.

Aliyah spotted her and walked over, a plate of snacks in her hand. "Prizey, come on yaar, everyone's having fun. What are you doing over here all alone?"

Prizey didn't look up. "You guys go ahead. I'm fine here."

Aliyah narrowed her eyes. "You think I haven't noticed? You've changed since that incident. You hardly talk, hardly smile. You've become... cold. Like some silent sigma girl."

Prizey finally glanced at her. Her voice was low. "Because I've realized something. In this world, innocence has no value. Being kind, being soft-hearted—it only gets you broken. I had to change."

Aliyah studied her best friend's face quietly for a moment, then smiled faintly. "So... what about the plan?"

Prizey's lips curved into a smirk—sharp, cold, and deadly. "Just wait till tomorrow."

The Next Day – College Campus

The atmosphere was still. Silent. All heads turned as the sound of heavy boots echoed across the hallway.

Black cargo pants. A fitted black jacket. A cap pulled low. A black mask. High ponytail. Eyes like burning emeralds. Cold. Deadly. And beautiful.

Prizey had arrived.

Students, girls and boys alike, parted to make way for her, whispering, gasping. She didn't glance at any of them. Her stride was lethal. Unapologetic. Her mind had space for only one person.

Robin.

In the boy's locker area, Robin's group rushed to him in panic.

"Robin! You won't believe who just walked in—"

Robin's face went pale. "Who...who ?"

"It's her, man. That girl... Dazy—no, Prizey. Or whoever she is now. Bro, you're done."

Robin stepped out nervously and spotted her. His breath caught. He hadn't seen her like this before. This wasn't the same girl who once cried for him. This wasn't the Dazy he used to toy with.

"You... you—how are you back?"

Prizey approached him slowly, her voice dipped in mock sweetness. "Oh darling, I couldn't live without you. Thought I'd say goodbye one last time. So you don't want to go in the bedroom ?"

"Get away from me," Robin snapped, trying to sound brave.

But Prizey just smirked—and then she grabbed him.

That Night – Prizey's Secret Room

Robin was tied to a chair in a pitch-black room. His breathing was ragged. His body trembled.

"Please... whoever you are, let me go. Please."

A voice echoed from the darkness. Soft. Calm. Dangerous.

"Baby boy, this is our bedroom. Just the two of us. Let's celebrate."

A sudden flash of light—and the searing burn of a straightener pressed against his neck.

Robin screamed. His cries echoed off the walls, but no one came. No one would.

All night, Prizey tortured him—not just for herself, but for every girl he'd hurt. The ones he'd left scarred, the ones he never even looked back at. This wasn't a crime of passion. It was a cold, calculated purge.

By dawn, she hadn't killed him—but she had broken something inside him that could never be repaired.

As she stood over him, finally smiling again, Prizey felt a wave of satisfaction.

The revenge was complete.

She walked away without a single glance back.

Robin,

the once-feared playboy, now flinched at shadows. His eyes held the terror...

(To be continued.....)