The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 1

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 1: A Second Life**

**Thora’s POV:**

“Ugh!”

A sharp jolt of pain radiated through my skull, a relentless throb that felt like a hammer striking an anvil.

It wasn’t just my head; every fiber of my being was screaming in agony, as if I had been torn apart and crudely stitched back together.

But hold on a second. Hadn’t I already obliterated my soulstone, taking those treacherous souls down with me?

Why, then, was I still feeling this excruciating pain?

A rustling sound broke through the haze of my confusion.

Two unfamiliar sets of footsteps approached, crunching leaves underfoot. I felt my heart race, and I instinctively froze, holding my breath as if that could somehow render me invisible.

“Finished,” one voice sneered, dripping with disdain.

“A worthless half-blood without a wolf like her? Falling off a cliff like that—she’s definitely dead. No need to waste time checking.”

The other voice, a slimy tone that made my skin crawl, chimed in, “Tsk! What a shame. She was so pretty. Would’ve been fun to have a little taste before she died.”

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me at the thought. “Boss, maybe while her body’s still warm, we—”

“Shut it. That’s disgusting. I’m heading back to report. You clean up.”

“Got it.”

The first man’s footsteps retreated into the distance, leaving me alone with the remaining rogue.

I felt a sudden jolt as he flipped me over, his coarse hand brushing against my cheek. In that instant, I snapped my eyes open and instinctively seized his throat with a grip fueled by desperation.

His eyes bulged in terror as he stammered, “Y-you’re alive?!”

I frowned, glancing down at my frail arm, a stark reminder of my weakened state.

My strength is feeble… far too feeble.

“B—”

Before he could utter another syllable, I twisted his neck with all the force I could muster.

Crack!

His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless and still.

That single, brutal motion had nearly drained the last vestiges of strength I possessed.

Breathless, I scanned my surroundings.

No blood-soaked battlefield littered with the remnants of war. Just a dark, foreboding forest that seemed to swallow the light.

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And this fragile, battered body was not mine.

What in the world had happened?

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