Going Back in Time
Author: NunsUnik
last update2026-03-04 03:30:31

"You're still alive..." Mrs. Gable whispered, her eyes fixed on the locket around Harry's neck.

The kitchen door of the old mansion was barely ajar. The air inside was stuffy, smelling of dried lavender and dust. Harry stood stiffly in the doorway, suppressing the wild urge to barge in.

"I just want to know what happened to my father," he said softly, but his voice was loud with determination.

Mrs. Gable stared at him for a long time, then quickly pulled him inside. The door was locked three ti
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  • Chapter 49

    "I've passed the point of no return, Arthur," Harry replied, his voice calm. "And I'm not ever coming back." He took a breath, feeling the adrenaline surge, ready for whatever came next. Mentor will come, but this time... I'll be the one hunting him.Harry's eyes glowed beneath the faint moonlight, radiating a cold yet burning resolve. He stared at the ancient map in his hands. The lines drawn on the worn parchment were no longer just symbols; they were a calling. The path toward destiny."Are we ready?" he asked, looking at Clara and Arthur. Their faces still showed fatigue, but their eyes reflected the same fire.Clara nodded, tightening her jacket. "Always. You lead, City Wolf. Arthur and I will handle the rest."Arthur just snorted, rising with effort. "Don't forget, kid. This old man still has a few tricks left."They set off into the dark night, slipping out of the shack and into the labyrinth of wet city alleys. Harry led, his senses now honed to their limits. He smelled the ci

  • Chapter 48

    "We have to hurry. Or everything will be over..." Harry stopped, letting the sentence hang in the air thick with sulfur and blood, feeling the chill of the increasingly tangible threat. His gut ached intensely. Every muscle screamed in protest. Blood still seeped from the gashes on his arm, and the pain in his ribs felt like a twisting knife. He had won, yes, but the cost of his victory felt more bitter than defeat.Clara rushed to Harry's side, her eyes wide with fear and concern. "Harry, you're badly hurt! We have to stop this bleeding. Arthur, is there a first-aid kit around here?"Arthur was already kneeling beside Harry, his wrinkled hands examining the wounds. "He's right. He's lost too much blood. We need to get back to the cabin. Now.""There's no time," Harry hissed, trying to stand, but his legs felt weak. He fell back to his knees, gasping for air. Frustration burned within him, hotter than his wounds. *I let them get away. I let rage take over. And now Mentor is one step a

  • Chapter 47

    He folded the map carefully, tucking it into the deepest pocket of his jacket. The heat from the ancient scroll felt like it was burning his skin. They had to move. Now. Because with every passing second, Mentor drew closer, and the truth they had just discovered... felt like it was pulling them into a vortex of danger darker than night itself."So, where do we get out?" Clara asked, her voice tight, though her eyes held determination. She scanned the ancient library's corridors, as if searching for a path they hadn't noticed before.Arthur sighed, rubbing his beard. "The same path, kid. But this time, we'll be more careful. The Veil's Guardians already know we've been coming and going. They might just..."Before Arthur could finish his sentence, a powerful tremor shook the entire library. Dust sifted down from the ceiling-high shelves, and a loud cracking sound echoed from the direction of the stone entrance door."What was that?" Clara exclaimed, stepping back.Harry felt his wolf i

  • Chapter 46

    Harry felt the claws beneath his skin pulse. Not to attack—but to… dig. The thick scent of history choked them, filling their lungs with the smell of old paper, dust, and a jarring energy. Bookshelves towering to the ceiling, packed with parchment scrolls, stone tablets, and worn metal-bound tomes, stretched endlessly in a dim light that seemed to come from nowhere.“Incredible,” Clara whispered, her voice full of awe. Her eyes swept across the countless collections. “This… this is more than just a library. It’s a hidden museum. A tomb of knowledge.”Arthur nodded, moving slowly through the narrow aisles. “This is the world’s hidden memory, Clara. Kept here, far from ordinary eyes. Every scroll might hold a secret capable of changing history.” His wrinkled fingers brushed the cover of a thick book.“And the guardian was right,” Harry added, his voice low. His eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. “Mentor is more cunning. And they said he’s poisoned many minds—even among those who were

  • Chapter 45

    "Maybe," Harry replied, a dangerous flash in his eyes. "But big problems require big answers. And I won't hide anymore. I won't run anymore." He turned to Arthur and Clara, his eyes burning with a cold but intense resolve. "This isn't just a hunt for Mentor anymore. This is a hunt for the truth. And this is a battle for my legacy."Clara let out a long sigh. "Alright, City Wolf. But we're talking about going into the den of people who can neutralize you instantly. Without resistance. How will you prove your intentions to them, Harry? They aren't Thorne's thugs that you can threaten with your claws."Arthur nodded, his gaze sharp. "Clara has a point, kid. The Veil's power is different. They don't care about raw strength. They care about balance. About secrets. About who is worthy to know."Harry stared at the damp floor of the shack, his mind racing. The forest had taught him many things, not just about strength, but about patience, about listening to nature. And the Alpha had also war

  • Chapter 44

    Time... time ticked relentlessly. The seconds felt like they were crawling slowly through the dilapidated shack, every gust of wind entering through the wall cracks like a whispered threat. Arthur sat on his rickety wooden chair, a piece of worn paper full of strange scribbles and symbols held in his wrinkled hands. A map. A key. But what good was the key if there was nothing to unlock? Worry for Clara at Finch's gallery and for Harry, who hadn't returned from the forest, burdened him.Footsteps outside. Slow, silent, yet with an unmistakable weight. Arthur tensed, his instincts, sharpened by decades on the streets, screamed at him. Not Clara. Too quick for her to be back from that den of suits. Not people from The Veil. They wouldn't enter with footsteps like that. This... was something else.The shack door opened slowly. Cold air entered, bringing with it the scent of pine, wet earth, and... wolf.Harry stood in the doorway, his silhouette looming against the darkness that was fadin

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