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The forest was already dying when the little boy heard the wolf scream.
Fire tore through the trees so violently the night sky glowed red like the world itself was burning alive.
Hunters sprinted between collapsing branches.
Horses shrieked in panic.
Smoke swallowed the ancient woods in thick black waves while sparks rained from above like falling stars.
“RUN!” someone screamed.
But the child stopped moving.
Because beneath the roar of the firestorm…
he heard it again.
A howl.
Not angry.
Not wild.
Pain.
The little boy turned toward the deeper forest instantly.
“Wait!” a hunter shouted. “Kid, don’t go in there!”
Too late.
The child was already running directly toward the flames.
Barefoot against burning earth.
Coughing through smoke.
Dodging branches exploding overhead.
Every instinct told him to flee.
But the sound of suffering pulled him forward anyway.
Then finally—
he saw it.
Near the center of the collapsing forest lay a gigantic black wolf trapped beneath burning debris.
The creature was enormous.
Far larger than any normal wolf.
Its fur shimmered dark as midnight beneath the firelight.
Silver eyes glowed weakly through smoke and ash.
One massive front leg was chained to the ground with ancient black iron while flames crept closer around its body every second.
The beast looked wounded.
Exhausted.
Terrified.
The child froze.
Not because he feared the creature.
Because he realized someone had chained it there deliberately.
“LEAVE IT!” a soldier shouted behind him.
Heavy footsteps approached through the smoke as one of the royal hunters grabbed the boy’s arm violently.
“That thing is a monster!”
But the little boy ripped free immediately.
“No!”
The hunter stared in disbelief.
The wolf lifted its head weakly.
Their eyes met.
And something strange passed between them.
Not words.
Recognition.
The child rushed toward the burning debris.
The wolf snarled faintly as he approached, more from pain than aggression.
“It’s okay,” the boy whispered.
Flaming branches pinned the beast beneath shattered trees.
The child pushed desperately against the wood.
Nothing moved.
He gritted his teeth harder.
His hands burned instantly.
Still—
he refused to stop.
“Kid!” the hunter shouted again. “You’ll die!”
The little boy ignored him completely.
Because everyone else saw a beast.
He saw something suffering alone.
Finally, one branch shifted.
Then another.
The wolf growled weakly as burning debris rolled away from its body.
That’s when the child saw the chain.
Ancient black iron wrapped tightly around the wolf’s leg.
Strange symbols glowed faintly across the metal beneath the firelight.
The chain wasn’t ordinary.
It looked old.
Very old.
Like something forged for kings.
The wolf trembled violently trying to pull free.
But the iron only tightened deeper into its flesh.
The child looked at the burning metal.
Then grabbed it anyway.
Pain exploded through his hands instantly.
He screamed as blistering heat tore across his skin.
The hunter lunged forward.
“STOP!”
But the little boy pulled with everything he had.
And suddenly—
CRACK.
The chain shattered.
Golden sparks exploded across the forest.
The earth shook violently beneath them.
Every hunter froze.
Ancient glowing symbols ignited beneath the wolf’s fur like fire awakening beneath black water.
Silver light burst from the creature’s eyes brighter than moonlight itself.
The storm around them changed instantly.
The flames bent backward unnaturally.
Smoke spiraled upward in circles.
And the gigantic wolf slowly rose to its feet.
No longer weak.
No longer dying.
Power rolled off the creature so intensely several hunters stumbled backward in terror.
The wolf towered over the child now.
Massive.
Ancient.
Royal.
Then burning trees began collapsing toward them from every direction.
The wolf immediately stepped protectively in front of the boy.
Shielding him.
A hunter dropped his crossbow in horror.
“No…”
Another soldier backed away trembling.
“That’s impossible.”
The oldest hunter among them stared at the wolf like he’d seen a ghost.
Then whispered the words that turned the entire burning forest silent.
“That’s the king’s guardian.”
Fear spread instantly across every face.
Because every citizen in the kingdom knew the ancient legends.
Centuries earlier, the first kings of Valdoria were protected by sacred guardian wolves—massive immortal beasts bound by blood magic to the royal line itself.
But the last guardian disappeared nearly sixteen years ago after the royal family was slaughtered during the Night Coup.
The current king claimed the beasts abandoned the kingdom forever.
Yet here one stood.
Alive.
And protecting a barefoot orphan.
The hunters slowly looked toward the child.
Smoke curled around him while the wolf stood guard beside him like a living shadow.
“Why…” one soldier whispered, “would it protect HIM?”
The oldest hunter’s face turned pale.
Because there was only one answer.
Guardian wolves did not choose randomly.
They protected the true blood heir.
And that meant—
The royal bloodline might still exist.
The child stared up at the wolf in awe.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
The beast lowered its massive head slowly.
Its silver eyes softened.
Then something impossible happened.
The wolf pressed its forehead gently against the boy’s chest.
Golden light exploded outward instantly.
Symbols burned briefly across the child’s skin beneath his torn sleeves.
Ancient royal markings.
Every hunter saw them.
One soldier nearly collapsed.
“No…”
The oldest hunter backed away in terror.
“Get away from the boy.”
The others looked confused.
“What?”
But the old hunter never took his eyes off the child.
“NOW.”
The fear in his voice changed everything.
Because seasoned hunters didn’t fear beasts.
They feared kings.
The little boy looked around nervously.
“What’s wrong?”
Nobody answered immediately.
Then the old hunter asked quietly:
“What’s your name, child?”
The boy hesitated.
Like he wasn’t used to answering.
“Elias.”
“Who are your parents?”
The child lowered his eyes.
“I don’t know.”
The hunters exchanged uneasy looks.
Elias swallowed hard.
“I lived in the lower villages until the soldiers burned them.”
The old hunter’s stomach tightened.
Because the king’s army had destroyed three villages last winter searching for “royal loyalists.”
At the time, nobody questioned it.
Now…
he wondered what the king was really hunting.
The wolf suddenly growled low.
Not at Elias.
At the hunters.
Branches cracked nearby.
Heavy footsteps approached through the smoke.
Then royal soldiers emerged from the burning forest wearing black armor marked with the king’s crimson crest.
Their commander froze instantly seeing the guardian wolf.
Then his eyes landed on Elias.
And his face lost all color.
“There he is,” the commander whispered.
The old hunter narrowed his eyes immediately.
“You know this child?”
The commander ignored him.
Instead, he slowly drew his sword.
“By order of King Morvain,” he said coldly, “the boy is to be executed immediately.”
Silence exploded through the burning forest.
Elias stepped backward instinctively.
“What?”
The hunters stared in horror.
Executed?
For stealing food maybe.
For trespassing perhaps.
But this child?
The commander pointed directly at Elias.
“That boy is not an orphan.”
The wolf’s growl deepened dangerously.
The commander swallowed visibly.
Then finally said the words nobody expected.
“He is Prince Elias Valdorian.”
The world seemed to stop.
The old hunter’s blood ran cold.
Prince Elias.
The infant heir supposedly murdered sixteen years earlier during the Night Coup.
Impossible.
The commander’s voice shook slightly now.
“The king ordered every surviving royal child killed after the coup.”
Every hunter stared at Elias in disbelief.
The boy looked terrified.
“I don’t understand…”
But the old hunter suddenly did.
Sixteen years ago, King Morvain seized the throne after claiming the royal family died during a rebellion.
But rumors survived.
Whispers that one infant prince disappeared before the palace massacre ended.
A missing heir.
A lost bloodline.
A threat.
And now the guardian wolf had confirmed the truth before everyone.
The rightful prince was alive.
“Kill him,” the commander ordered.
None of the soldiers moved.
Because the wolf stepped forward.
Massive paws crushing burning branches beneath them.
Silver eyes glowing brighter through the smoke.
The creature looked ancient now.
Not merely an animal.
Something sacred.
The commander raised his sword shakily.
“Do it!”
One terrified soldier fired a crossbow bolt.
The wolf moved faster than human eyes could follow.
SNAP.
The bolt shattered in midair beneath a burst of silver light.
Then the guardian roared.
The sound shook the entire forest.
Firestorms bent outward violently.
Trees cracked apart.
Several soldiers collapsed instantly covering their ears screaming.
Elias stumbled backward in terror.
The wolf turned immediately toward him.
Gentle again.
Protective.
Like it would rather destroy the world than let harm touch the child.
The old hunter finally stepped between the soldiers and Elias.
“That’s enough.”
The commander looked furious.
“You would betray the crown?”
The old hunter stared at the boy.
Then at the wolf.
Then finally toward the royal soldiers.
“No,” he said quietly.
“I think the crown betrayed the kingdom.”
The commander attacked first.
His sword swung directly toward Elias.
The wolf exploded forward instantly.
Silver light tore across the forest.
The commander flew backward so violently he crashed through a burning tree.
Chaos erupted.
Soldiers charged.
Hunters shouted.
Fire spread everywhere.
But through all of it—
the wolf never left Elias’s side.
The child stood frozen watching the battle around him.
Terrified.
Confused.
Then suddenly—
a memory flashed through his mind.
A woman’s voice.
Soft.
Warm.
Run if they ever find you.
Elias grabbed his head sharply.
Another memory.
A silver crown.
Blood on marble floors.
Screaming.
The wolf turned toward him immediately.
And somehow…
Elias understood the creature without words.
It remembered him.
Not as a stranger.
As family.
The boy looked down at his burned hands trembling.
“Who am I?” he whispered.
The wolf lowered beside him silently.
Then nudged something from beneath its fur.
A small golden pendant.
Elias picked it up carefully.
The royal crest of Valdoria gleamed beneath the firelight.
And engraved on the back were three words:
For my son.
The child’s breath caught instantly.
Because suddenly…
he remembered her face.
A woman with silver eyes holding him while flames consumed a palace behind them.
His mother.
The queen.
Tears filled Elias’s eyes.
The wolf pressed protectively against him again as the burning forest collapsed around them.
And somewhere far beyond the flames…
inside the royal capital…
King Morvain suddenly rose from his throne in terror.
Because after sixteen years…
the last royal guardian had awakened.
Which meant only one thing.
The true heir had finally returned.
