I remember the cold. The silence. Twelve years trapped in ice while the world burned.

When I broke free, I thought I was alone. Just another relic of a dead war. But then the visions came—flashes of a forest, a child running, screams in the night. I followed them like a ghost drawn to its past.

That’s when I found him—David, young, pale, eyes full of reverence and fear. He’d been tracking me, waiting for the legend to rise. Before I could question him, the Lycans attacked. Not the beasts I knew, but something worse—sickly, desperate, driven by hunger for whatever was in my blood.

We fought. I killed two. The third tore into the back of the van and bit the girl.

She screamed. Then changed.

Claws ripped through flesh—hers and the Lycan’s. Blood everywhere. When it was over, she lay trembling, human again, but the wound didn’t heal. My daughter. Mine and Michael’s. A child born in silence, who somehow freed me before vanishing into the dark.

David says she’s different. Not just hybrid. Something new.

And they’re coming for her. Not just Lycans. Antigen. The ones who froze me. The ones who lied to the world.

I can’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything.

But I have to choose—run and hide, or turn and fight?