Ethan staggered back, his side burning where the claw had grazed him. Pain screamed through him, but he forced himself to breathe, to focus.I can’t keep dodging like this. I have to do something… something else…He looked at the werewolf, towering over him, muscles rippling, teeth glinting.Too strong… too fast… I can’t beat him with just fists. But… maybe I don’t need to. I have the power… I always had it. I just… never used it fully.Ethan’s heart pounded, but slowly, a strange warmth spread through him, a pulse of energy flowing from his chest to his hands, then down to his legs. His muscles tensed not in fear but in control.Focus. Feel it. Control it… I can do this.He lifted his hands, feeling the hum of power running under his skin. The werewolf snarled, tilting its head, amused.“Ah… so you finally found your little spark,” it said, voice low and mocking. “Thought you were done? Thought you had nothing left?”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “I… I have more than you think.”The werewol

Ethan stood his ground.The werewolf rushed at him again, claws out, teeth bared, snarling. But this time, Ethan did not stumble. He did not shake.He moved smooth. Sure. Like he had trained for this all his life.The energy in his hands flowed like it finally knew where to go.Left strike. Right strike. A burst of light.Each hit made the werewolf slide back more and more.The werewolf growled louder, but Ethan pushed forward. Step by step. He was not the one afraid anymore.The thugs who had been beaten by Ethan earlier watched in shock. Their mouths hung open, bodies trembling.“This… this can’t be real…” one whispered, voice shaking.“You… you didn’t just—” another started, voice faltering.“Is he… human?” a third asked, his hands raised defensively, eyes wide.The werewolf tried to speak again, voice rough with panic.“Impossible… you are not supposed to be strong… not like this!”Ethan didn’t respond. He only took a deep breath, glowing hands tightening, ready for the next strik

Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs.“This… this was all planned,” he whispered, voice shaking.Elsa stared at the headline too, disbelief flooding her face. “They’re saying we stole money? That we ran away?!”A guard stepped closer, voice low. “Sir… they must’ve prepared this in advance. This wasn’t random. They moved fast.”Ethan’s breath hitched. “The attack. The werewolf. The media. All of it… timed.”Elsa’s eyes widened, horror creeping in. “The Bellanos… and the Watsons… they set us up.”Ethan gritted his teeth. “And they almost killed us to finish the story.”Elsa turned toward him, her voice trembling. “Ethan… we have to go. We can’t let them take everything. Nova is your life. Your dream.”He looked at his glowing fingertips, fear tightening his throat. “I don’t even know what I am anymore.”Elsa grabbed his hand, squeezing hard. “You’re Ethan. That’s who.”He met her eyes—and for a moment, he believed her.The team leader stepped forward. “We’ll get you there. Fast. But w

The Bellano family members were overjoyed. They thought only an idiot would short their stock now, and they eagerly took on all the short positions.Hugo’s face was alight with triumph, his old eyes shining like a man who had waited decades for a single victory. “Finally,” he muttered, almost to himself. “That fool… Ethan… finally gone. We can breathe again.”Marco clapped his hands, a broad, satisfied grin splitting his face. “All those months of scheming… and it paid off. Do you know what this means? Every investor, every partner—they’ll bend to us now. No one will dare touch Nova again. Nova is ours.”Parker, standing slightly behind the table, shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their praise. He hadn’t expected to be at the center of this celebration, yet here they were, showering him with gratitude.“El-Elder Hugo, you mean it? We… really did it?” Parker asked, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and relief.Hugo waved a hand dismissively. “Did it? Parker, my boy, w

The Bellano family eagerly took on every short position they could. Ethan was gone. Elsa was gone. The game was theirs now.Inside the Nova conference hall, Ron Logan stood behind the curtain, gripping his phone tightly—not from fear, but from excitement. His eyes glittered as he stared at the stock chart on the screen.Nova’s share price was falling.Fast.Red numbers cascaded downward like fireworks created just for him.“Five percent down…” he breathed, a small satisfied smirk curving his lips. “Six… seven… eight… Beautiful.”The rush of victory pounded through his veins, sharp and intoxicating. He could hear the faint murmur of the audience gathering in the hall, unaware of the storm about to hit them.Vito, standing nearby, noticed his poised stance and tilted his head with approval. “Everything is going exactly as we predicted,” he said, his voice smooth with smug satisfaction.Ron chuckled, a quiet, predatory sound. “Of course it is. There was never any doubt.”Marco strutted o