There was a time when wolves and humans lived freely together in Dark Heaven City. Life had been good so good that many believed it would last forever. Humans and wolves worked side by side, shared streets, shared meals, and even attended the same schools. Children laughed without fear, ignorant of bloodlines or power. No one thought to ask who was stronger, because strength had never mattered.
Peace was the law of the land.
That peace ended with the reign of King Allen, the Alpha King.
When King Allen ascended the throne, he issued a decree that, on the surface, appeared fair. A tax was imposed on Dark Heaven City, to be paid by both wolves and humans alike. The decree was absolute and unchallenged. At first, both races complied.
But the wolves soon began to grumble.
They were stronger. Faster. Deadlier. And they knew it.
The wolves claimed the tax was unfair that their power, their labor, their dominance should exempt them from such obligations. Slowly, subtly, they began to cheat the humans. What started as small manipulations grew into deliberate exploitation. Wolves demanded more from human merchants, seized human goods without payment, and justified their actions with threats and violence.
Soon, it became a norm.
Any human who dared to resist anyone who spoke out or refused was met with savage beatings. Broken bones were warnings. Blood was a lesson. The wolves stopped paying taxes altogether, forcing the humans to pay double in their place. Still, the harassment continued.
The humans endured it.
They endured insults, humiliation, and brutality for as long as patience would allow. When endurance turned into despair, they took their grievances to the Alpha King himself.
They begged King Advan for justice.
But justice never came.
The Alpha King neither revoked the tax decree nor introduced laws to protect human rights. He turned a blind eye to their suffering, for the wolves were his kind his blood, his people. Under his rule, humans were belittled, stripped of dignity, and treated as prey rather than citizens.
And the wolves enjoyed it.
Power intoxicated them. Each act of cruelty only sharpened their brutality, making them more vicious, more fearless. Dark Heaven City ,once a sanctuary of unity, slowly transformed into a kingdom ruled solely by wolves.
Yet even then, the humans were not granted peace.
Their homes were invaded. Their daughters lived in fear. Their sons grew up knowing they were lesser in the eyes of the law. With no protection and no hope left within Dark Heaven, the humans made a desperate choice.
They sought help elsewhere.
Knowing humans could never defeat wolves, they went to those who could another wolf clan, a rival pack that ruled beyond the borders of Dark Heaven City. They crossed dangerous lands and stood before the rival Alpha King, offering their plea with bowed heads and trembling voices.
They begged for justice.
The rival Alpha King listened.
And he promised to help.
Desperate and naïve, the humans believed him. They forgot too easily that a wolf's nature is deception wrapped in loyalty, hunger disguised as honor. Trusting his word, they returned to Dark Heaven City with fragile hope in their hearts.
They did not want war.
They wanted peace.
They wanted the life they once had.
To ensure the rival clan's success, the humans gave them everything maps, guard schedules, secret entrances, and weaknesses within the city's defenses. They knew that no rival pack could enter another wolf's territory unannounced without sparking immediate bloodshed.
So they opened the door themselves.
And in doing so, they unknowingly sealed the fate of Dark Heaven City forever.
Using the information they had received from the humans, the Rival Clan invaded Dark Heaven City under the cover of night. But they had never intended to save the humans. Mercy had never been part of their design. Their true aim was powerto overthrow the Alpha King and claim Dark Heaven for themselves.
The invasion was swift and merciless.
The Rival Pack stormed the palace gates before dawn. The palace guards, unprepared and unsuspecting, were slaughtered where they stood. Wolves who had sworn to protect the throne fell without ever drawing their blades. Blood soaked the marble halls as the attackers pushed deeper into the palace.
King Allen was ambushed in his chambers.
He did not die a king's death. He was surrounded, torn down, and killed before he could call his guards or shift forms. With his death, the throne of Dark Heaven stood empty and chaos followed immediately.
When the wolves of Dark Heaven discovered what had happened, rage consumed the city. Whispers spread like wildfire, and soon those whispers turned into accusations. Information leaked proof that it had been humans who guided the Rival Clan into the city, who had revealed guard routes, secret passages, and weaknesses.
The wolves demanded that humans be banished from Dark Heaven forever.
The humans, upon learning this, were seized by fury and terror. They had sought justice, not annihilation. Desperation turned to violence, and violence to bloodshed. What followed was not a war, but a massacre.
That day, Dark Heaven City drowned in blood.
No one was spared. Mothers watched their children die in their arms. Children screamed over the lifeless bodies of their parents. Wives clung to husbands who would never rise again. The streets became rivers of death, and the number of human casualties was so vast it could not be counted. Their corpses were carried away like waste, discarded without ceremony or name.
When the screams finally faded, peace did not return.
Even after the slaughter, the surviving humans lived under constant threat. Fear ruled their days, and death lingered in every shadow. Meanwhile, the Rival Pack having successfully destabilized Dark Heaven declared their intent to claim the throne and rule the city as their own.
Dark Heaven stood on the brink of collapse.
To save the empire, the palace, and the very soul of the kingdom, the guardians and the high priests convened in secrecy. They needed a ruler someone with the blood of kings and the will to reclaim the city.
Their choice was Derek.
Derek, the son of the fallen King Alas.
He was only thirteen when his father was murdered during the chaos. Thirteen when grief hardened into hatred. Thirteen when the last remnants of mercy were torn from his heart. The boy who once laughed in palace halls became something else entirely cold, calculating, and merciless.
It was said that no Alpha King in history had ever been as ruthless as Derek.
Crowned amid ashes and blood, Derek ascended the throne of Dark Heaven. His first decree was not peace, nor unity, nor justice.
It was vengeance.
He led the charge against the Rival Pack himself, hunting them down without mercy. One by one, their leaders were executed. Their warriors were slaughtered. Their blood paid for the blood spilled in Dark Heaven.
By the time Derek was finished, the Rival Pack had been wiped from existence.
And Dark Heaven City, reborn under his rule, would never again be a place of coexistence.
It became a kingdom ruled by fear