Wolf Tears and the First Creature "Braxtara".

The night was quiet, almost too quiet, as the moon cast silver shadows across the jungle. The group had returned to the camping area, but the storm inside Prizey's mind hadn't settled.

"You need rest. Prizey," Aliyah whispered gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Prizey nodded with a small smile, pretending to agree.

But inside that tent, she wasn't resting. She was plotting.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of her tent, her eyes burned with silent fire.

> "So, Mr. Strange… you think you can trick me?" she murmured under her breath, the light of the torch softly flickering across her emerald eyes.

"Those ocean-blue eyes... that voice... that smirk... you're the same man from my dream. You are Xavier. And if you are—"

Her lips curled into a dark, determined smile,

"—then you better pray I don't find out. Because if you are, I'll tear your truth apart."

Four Days Later...

Night had become her ally. The moon, her witness.

Every midnight, while the others slept, Prizey slipped silently through the camp, her heartbeat matching the rhythm of the jungle. She crossed the barrier into the restricted zone — her boots crunching softly against the fallen leaves, eyes fixed on the path where reality blurred into darkness.

Each night she returned to the castle — ancient, majestic, and eerily untouched — watching it from a distance like a predator studying its prey.

But every time she tried to approach it, something stopped her.

No door. No entry.

Just the lingering, unspoken presence of something watching.

Something that was not Xavier.

> Something worse.

Something that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Something that didn't blink. Didn't breathe. Didn't move — but was there.

She could feel it.

A presence that stalked her steps. That toyed with her path. That whispered through the trees without making a sound.

And Prizey knew one thing...

> She wasn't the only hunter in this jungle anymore.

The jungle hummed its nightly lullaby, unaware that this was their last evening under its watchful canopy.

Prizey stood near the flickering campfire, her hands on her hips, eyes scanning the group of friends around her. The flames danced in her emerald gaze, but her voice remained calm and composed.

> "So guys," she began, "everyone pack your luggage. Tonight's our final night here. Tomorrow morning, we head back to the city..."

She paused, a soft smile curving on her lips.

"And the best part? We finished our research two days early — which means bonus points might be coming our way."

She winked. "And who knows... maybe we'll win this thing."

Excitement bubbled in the group.

Rozy clapped her hands, practically bouncing where she stood.

> "Omg! I'm sooo happy!" she chirped. "Finally, we're leaving those bullies behind! They don't stand a chance now!"

Rozy chuckled from the side, raising his water bottle like a toast.

> "Victory is ours, people."

Max leaned against a tree trunk, arms crossed, thoughtful.

> "Wait... did you say the bullies are part of this too?"

He narrowed his eyes. "I didn't even realize they were competing."

Rozy tossed her hair, smirking.

> "Oh yeah. They are. But trust me, after what we've gathered and the way we worked as a team..."

She looked at Prizey. "There's no way they can match what we did."

Prizey didn't reply immediately. Her eyes had drifted toward the dark line of trees beyond the camp. That invisible boundary that had called to her every night.

The jungle was still.

Too still.

> But deep in her bones, Prizey felt it…

This wasn't over.

Something was waiting.

Watching.

And the final night… was far from peaceful.

Laughter echoed faintly through the forest as the group finished their packing. The final night of their camping trip was meant to be calm, celebratory even. But something felt...off.

> "But what if those bullies lose?" Rozy asked, tugging at her sleeves nervously. "What if they try to take revenge and start bullying us again?"

Aliyah rolled her eyes, lightly nudging her.

"Hey Miss Chill, relax. And don't forget who we've got with us—Prizey. No one's messing with us when she's around."

She smiled confidently, looking over her shoulder.

"Am I right, Pri—"

Her voice trailed off.

> "Prizey...?"

Aliyah stood straighter, scanning the area.

"Guys... where's Prizey?"

The laughter died. The chatter fell still.

A cold silence draped over the group like a heavy curtain.

> "She was right here... I saw her just a few minutes ago," John said, his voice suddenly tight with panic.

"Prizey?" he called out louder, eyes wide. "This isn't funny—don't play games, okay? It's already late!"

Max clenched his fists.

> "Yelling won't help. We need to go look for her—NOW."

Without wasting another second, the group began running—toward the direction they all dreaded…

The restricted forest area.

Meanwhile... in Xavier's Castle

Moonlight draped the gothic walls in silver shadows.

In the stillness of the castle's art room, Xavier sat alone, a charcoal pencil dancing between his fingers. Before him on the canvas bloomed the image of her—his mate.

> "I didn't know..." he whispered softly, sketching the curve of her emerald eyes.

"That my mate could be... this breathtaking."

A sigh. A soft, heartbroken smile.

"I'm falling... and I can't even tell you. But I also can't stay away."

He stared into the drawing's eyes as if searching for something only she could give him.

> "In you, Prizey... I see hope. Hope of finding my family. Of feeling love again. Of belonging."

His voice trembled at the edge of a dream he couldn't reach.

But then—

a sound.

A voice. Dozens of them. Shouting. Echoing from the jungle beyond the castle walls.

> "Prizey! Where are you?"

"Come out please... this isn't funny!"

"Prizey...!"

Xavier's sharp senses, heightened by his lineage, caught the echoes clearly—even from miles away.

He stood instantly.

His eyes darkened.

> "Someone's looking for her…"

He vanished in a blink.

Back in the Jungle

Hidden in the shadows, Xavier arrived silently, watching the frantic group from atop a tall cedar. His gaze scanned over them... but something else hit him first.

A scent.

Sharp.

Unfamiliar.

Wrong.

His wolf instincts snarled.

Something dangerous had returned.

Something he knew too well.

His eyes, usually calm and ocean-blue, now shimmered red under the moonlight.

> "So you're back," he growled.

"First my family... now my mate?"

His hands curled into fists.

> "Not this time."

He leapt.

Midair—his body transformed, bones shifting, muscles snapping. His skin gave way to fur, limbs lengthened, and claws emerged. By the time he landed—

The Alpha Wolf had returned, for his love-- or maybe his last hope.

Xavier stumbled backward, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was.

Prizey.

Unconscious. Pale. Lying in the dirt like a fallen star—his star.

For a split second, the mighty Alpha wolf felt fear crawl up his spine. But then he forced himself to breathe. To stay in control.

His fists clenched.

> "What have you done to my Prizey?!"

"BRAXTARA", towering like a demonic mountain, tilted his head with that mocking smirk.

> "Done? Oh no... Not yet. But I was thinking about it."

(Appearance of BRAXTARA.)...

--Towering 30ft tall, skeletal frame.

--One side cover in ancient icy fur.

Other half exposed bone.

--Jaw like a T-Rex, tusks like a glowing crystal.

--Tail wrapped in the chain of unknown origin.

 --Feet leave behind frozen footprints that don't melt.

POWER'S of BRAXTARA....

1- Frost Breathe 

2- Bone Howl

3- Tusk Crush 

4- Tracker of Sins

(Backstory Of BRAXTARA.)

Braxtara was the last mammoth of the of ice realms. Haunted by both humans and dragons. Before death it cried under a red moon. It's tears froze and created the first cursed glacier.

A blood cut later revived him using fossils from seven beasts---binding his soul in range.

He now guards the third--seal, known as the "Frozen Throne of the Forgotten."

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He lifted a clawed hand toward Prizey.

Xavier didn't let him finish.

With a fierce snarl, he launched himself into the air—mid-leap, his bones cracked, fur burst out, and he transformed into a majestic silver wolf. He struck Braxtara's hand with a violent swipe of his claws, drawing dark, tar-like blood.

The moment he landed, he shifted back into his human form. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and cradled Prizey's head in his lap, gently stroking her cheek.

> "Prizey… open your eyes. Please—please wake up."

Tears spilled from his eyes, falling onto her motionless face.

And then… something dark loomed behind him.

Braxtara, furious, roared and raised his arm to strike—but before he could move—

A blinding, golden light tore through the air.

A spirit—a glowing silhouette of a man with ancient eyes and flowing robes—descended from the sky like moonlight falling through a storm.

He said nothing. He simply placed a hand on Braxtara's chest… and both of them vanished into thin air.

Xavier didn't move.

But he whispered to the air.

> "…Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you for coming tonight."

Then he looked down at the girl in his arms—the girl who haunted his dreams and now stole his breath while awake.

> "Prizey… I would give my life for you. But I won't let you give yours."

His voice broke, low and raw.

> "You are my reason to keep breathing. If anything happens to you… there's no point in me surviving."

He pulled her closer, holding her like she was glass, and then placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

> "I swear… I'm done waiting. I won't rest until I destroy the Seven."

Then he lifted his hand and traced protective ancient spells over her skin, whispering words in the tongue of the wolves. A faint shimmer of magic glowed around her body.

He kissed her gently, one last time, and vanished into the shadows—leaving only stardust and the scent of silver leaves behind.

Scene shift – Camping Area

Sonia's voice trembled.

> "We've looked everywhere. Maybe we should report to the forest rangers."

Aliyah nodded, reluctantly.

> "You're right. Maybe it's time."

They turned, defeated, and walked back to camp.

But the moment they arrived…

> "GUYS! LOOK!"

There she was.

Prizey.

Lying peacefully near the campfire, as if nothing had happened.

Aliyah sprinted to her, kneeling beside her and shaking her softly.

> "Prizey?! Prizey, wake up! Are you okay?!"

John, Max, Rozy, and Sonia stood in stunned silence.

> "That's impossible," Max muttered.

"We checked this place three times. She wasn't here."

But no one had the answer…

Except one.

The boy in the shadows.

The one with ocean eyes and a wolf's heart.

The Alpha who had just declared war.