Xavier Chul stood on the railings of his balcony, his tired eyes fixated on the dark expanse of the night sky. Insomnia had plagued him since the tragic night he lost both his wolf and his mate. Sleep brought him no respite, only haunting visions that tormented his restless mind.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the memories flooded back—a vivid replay of the leader of the rivals swinging his sword, mercilessly cutting down his beloved mate. The image was etched into his consciousness, a constant reminder of his profound loss. But it wasn't just the horrific scene that plagued his dreams; it was the grotesque faces of zombies that bore...