EPSİODE 1
"Are you the prey or the hunter?"
Everything was pitch dark. Yusuf stood in a silence
so deep he could almost hear his own breath, anxiously waiting for something to
emerge from either side. Suddenly, two doors appeared before him. With a spark
of hope rising inside him, he hurried toward them. But as he got closer, a
strange feeling crept over him.
"I feel like I know this place… Like I've always
been here. But why does it feel like I'm the master of it?" he wondered.
"What should I do now? Which door should I choose?"
As he tried to sort through his thoughts, he focused
on the sounds and energies coming from the doors. From the first door came
birdsong, the sound of water, and the laughter of happy people. A sense of
peace filled him. From the second door came howling screams, roaring flames,
and thunderous growls. His skin crawled.
He stared at the doors for a long moment. His choice
seemed obvious, yet the second door pulled at him somehow. Still, in the end,
he reached for the handle of the first door and slowly opened it.
When he opened his eyes, he was in bed. It had been
a dream. His roommate Canberk was in the bathroom, and Ali was in the kitchen
making breakfast.
Ali (mockingly):
-You might as well have stayed asleep, bro.
Yusuf:
-I'm gonna be late for class, man.
Ali:
-Not eating breakfast?
Yusuf:
-No time, bro. We'll eat tonight.
(SCENE CHANGE)
HÜSEYİN'S HOUSE
The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window,
creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere. Yusuf's family was sitting around the
table having breakfast. Joy filled the table. As Tuba spread cheese on her
bread, Tolga leaned over and whispered something in her ear. The little girl
burst out laughing but immediately frowned afterward.
"Dad! Tolga's messing with me again!" she complained.
Their mother smiled, and Hüseyin paused for a moment
in silence. There was a subtle tension on his face, but he didn't show it to
the children. He quietly took a sip of his tea. Meanwhile, Tolga was still
grinning at Tuba, and Tuba was pouting. That morning, joy was not missing from
the table.
When breakfast was over, Hüseyin grabbed his coat.
As he stepped out the door, he said a brief, "See you."
As soon as the door closed, he pulled out his phone
and dialed Yusuf's number. He put the phone to his ear. His expression turned
serious.
Hüseyin:
-What are you up to, son?
Yusuf:
-I'm heading to class, Dad. What about you?
Hüseyin:
-Going to work, same old.
Yusuf:
-Is something wrong?
Hüseyin:
-Does something have to be wrong for me to call?
Yusuf:
-No, that's not what I meant…
Hüseyin:
-Relax, I'm kidding. I wanted to ask you something.
Did anything weird happen while you were sleeping?
Yusuf:
-I mean… I had a dream. It was strange and felt
real. Why do you ask, Dad? What's going on?
Hüseyin:
-Never mind that for now. When do your exams end?
Yusuf:
-Next Thursday is my last final.
Hüseyin:
-Alright, come to Istanbul Thursday evening.
Yusuf:
-Is it urgent?
Hüseyin:
-There are some things we need to talk about, but
not over the phone.
Yusuf:
-Now I'm curious.
Hüseyin:
-Alright, son. Take care and study hard.
Yusuf:
-Talk to you later, Dad.
Yusuf had always felt a bit different from other
people, but he never really took it seriously. As a child, his friends were
surprised when he could lift an ordinary trash can with one hand, but he would
just laugh it off. Or during gym class, when he was the fastest runner in his
class… He always saw these things as mere "coincidences."
In reality, Yusuf's physical condition was far
beyond that of his peers. His strength, endurance, reflexes… all were well
above average. But this difference didn't do much for him in daily life.
Standing in crowded buses on the way to university, going out late at night
just to buy bread, or dealing with exam stress—none of these situations
benefited from having extra strength.
His father, Hüseyin, was the same. His muscles were
still solid for his age, and his steps carried the discipline of a soldier. But
unlike Yusuf, he knew exactly what this difference meant—he just didn't think
it was the right time to tell his son.
Yusuf, on the other hand, was still caught up in
everyday life, only noticing his strength when carrying heavy grocery bags with
ease or running up stairs without getting tired. And to him, that all felt
perfectly ordinary.
(SCENE CHANGE)
In the chill of the morning, Hüseyin walked with
heavy steps. He had his jacket collar slightly raised and his hands tucked into
his pockets. His eyes were on the road, but his mind was elsewhere. Still,
something felt off. Someone like him could sense it instantly.
Footsteps… clear enough to pick out even in a
crowded street. Same rhythm, same distance… getting closer with every step.
Hüseyin subtly turned his head without giving it away. Then, he changed
direction, turning into a quieter, more deserted street.
In the narrow, shadowed alley, even the wind moved
in silence. Hüseyin slowed his steps, stopped at a corner, and subtly glanced
behind. Then he stepped next to a trash container and waited. Holding his
breath, his body tensed.
Moments later, the man following him appeared at the
corner of the street. He was cautious, but not careful enough. That's when
Hüseyin leapt from his hiding place like a panther. Before the man could react,
he felt a hand like steel clutching his throat. He was now pressed against the
wall, eyes wide, breath cut short.
"Who sent you?" Hüseyin asked, voice cold and calm.
Without waiting for a reply, he locked eyes with
him. The game was over.
The man spoke tensely.
-Relax. I'm not here to hurt you.
-What do you want?
-I know who you are. I came to warn you.
-Are you gonna keep talking, or should I call
homicide to start their shift early?
-The Guardians have returned. Precautions need to be
taken.
-The Guardians?
-Yes. You already know what happened to Tomris's
pack.
-You're not part of any pack. Who sent you?
-Does it matter, Hüseyin?
-How do you know me?
- (The man's eyes turn blue) Who I am doesn't matter… but what you're doing does.
The man turned and walked away. Hüseyin said
nothing—just watched in silence.
(SCENE CHANGE)
TOMRIS'S MOUNTAIN CABIN
The mountain wind flowed with Tomris, merging with
her leather jacket as if walking beside her. She was returning from a hunt; a
leather bag slung over her shoulder held fresh meat. Her clothes were covered
in dust, but her face showed a satisfied expression. Every step she took was
firm, every movement a silent threat. In the darkness of the night, she carried
the weary pride of being both a commander and a protective sister to her pack's
betas.
As she approached the mountain cabin, something made
her stop. The air in front of the house… it felt different. Beneath the
silence, there was tension. Her instincts kicked in. She dropped her bag
without hesitation and extended her claws. Her fingers shifted into sharp
talons, her eyes turned red. Her entire body tensed, ready to attack.
Just then, the door creaked open. Someone stepped
out.
The man's steps were heavy. He was large, his
muscular form cutting through the darkness. His long blond hair blew in the
wind, and his black coat, trailing down to the ground, moved with each step.
His face was hidden behind shadows, but his presence alone was enough to stir
the air with tension.
Tomris clenched her teeth. Her eyes burned like fire
as she walked toward him. Every step was an effort to contain her rage.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice cold
and sharp.
The man said nothing. Tomris kept approaching.
Everything could erupt in a second.
Tomris:
-What are you doing here?
Serdar:
-Relax, darling. Just came to say 'get well soon.
Tomris:
-You can leave now.
Serdar:
-Come on, you know I won't leave that easily,
Tomris.
Tomris:
-Staying here any longer won't be in your best
interest, Serdar.
Serdar:
-You know what I want.
Tomris:
-And you know my answer is no…
Serdar:
-You're a woman. You're not as strong as us. Join
me. Be part of my pack. It would be better for all of you. I'd protect you. No
one has ever bent my wrist.
Tomris:
-Go stroke your ego somewhere else, Serdar. Just
because we work together doesn't mean I'm under your protection.
Serdar:
/Suit yourself. But if you ever change your mind, my
door is always open for a pretty lady like you.
Tomris:
-Thanks (she said
sarcastically.)
Serdar:
-You're welcome.
Serdar walked away with slow, steady steps and
disappeared into the depths of the forest.
(SCENE CHANGE)
SAKARYA UNIVERSITY
In the club room, the creaking of chairs and quiet
whispers gradually faded into silence. Sixteen people were gathered around a
long table in the center of the room, all eyes focused on Yusuf. He wore a
simple yet carefully chosen outfit neither too formal nor careless. His
expression was serious and focused.
Canberk, as always, sat at the corner of the table
in his usual relaxed manner, but his eyes were fixed on Yusuf, curious about
what he would say. A few seats away, Canan sat silently. Her gaze was on the
floor, though she occasionally stole quick glances at Yusuf. The traces of
their past hadn't completely faded.
Yusuf took a deep breath and stood up. He didn't
lean on the table stood tall and firm, letting his gaze sweep across the group.
His leadership felt natural, and his voice was clear.
-We're getting worse day by day, ladies and
gentlemen. We can't change the mindset of the entire country, but at least we
should try to do something on our own campus. After the last march, how many
people joined, Kazım?
-12 people, president.
-How many were girls, Leyla?
-4 girls, president.
-This won't do. It's getting worse every day. The
people in this country are forgetting that they're Turks! They've forgotten
their nation, their identity! We've already become a colony of ideas and don't
even know it.
After Yusuf's speech, the room fell into dead
silence. He said his final words and ended the meeting.
Yusuf:
-You can go now. Take care.
Everyone headed toward the door, and Canberk was the
last to leave.
Yusuf:
-Canberk, you stay.
Canberk closed the door and walked over to Yusuf.
Canberk:
-What's up?
Yusuf:
-I've got bad news.
Canberk:
-What happened, bro?
Yusuf:
-The landlord raised the rent.
Canberk:
-But the rent hike isn't due yet.
Yusuf:
-They're trying to push us over the edge. That's
what they want.
Canberk:
-Let's go talk to him.
Yusuf:
-I'll handle it.
Canberk:
-Let's go together, brother.
Yusuf:
-We'll see. Come on, let's get some tea and a smoke.
Canberk:
-Man, that sounds great.
They stepped out of the room, and right outside the
door, Canan was waiting. Yusuf suddenly became quiet.
Canberk:
-I'll be downstairs, president.
Yusuf:
-Alright.
Yusuf stepped back into the room. Canan followed him
in and quietly closed the door behind her.
Canan:
-How are you, Yusuf?
Yusuf:
-Let's just say I'm fine.
Canan:
-Are you free tonight?
Yusuf:
-I don't know.
Canan:
-If you're not busy… maybe we could have dinner?
It's been a while since we spent time together.
Yusuf:
-Canan… do you remember what you did during the time
I was the happiest—when spending time with you meant the most to me?
Canan:
-Well… yes, but…
Yusuf:
-You erased me with a single message. You didn't
even bother to call or meet up. Just one long message, that's all.
Canan:
-Yusuf, look, back then everything was so different.
I was scared, Yusuf…
Yusuf:
-You were scared, huh? Well, we've grown since then.
I was 17 back then. Now we're 22. We've grown stronger. You know what hasn't
changed? Me. The guy who never let anyone else into his life after you. And
it's gonna stay that way. Take care.
As Yusuf's words fell silent, the room filled with
stillness. Canan lowered her head slightly. Her eyes welled up. She tried to
hold back her tears, but the pain in her gaze had already betrayed her.
Yusuf, without a hint of emotion on his face, turned
away as if nothing had happened. He quietly opened the door and walked out. As
he reached the stairs, his steps quickened. The cold concrete beneath his feet
matched the coldness inside him.
He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, swiped
the screen, and called Canberk.
Even as the phone rang, his face remained
expressionless.
-You at the tea house? You downstairs?… Alright, I'm
coming. Got a cigarette, bro?… Mine's out, man… Cool, see you.
(SCENE CHANGE)
AN UNDERGROUND HEADQUARTERS IN ISTANBUL
Far beneath the chaos of Istanbul, in an underground
headquarters surrounded by concrete walls, silence reigned. Dim lights lit up
the ceiling, and the cables along the walls pulsed with a flickering energy.
In the central room of the headquarters, the
Guardian Leader Erman sat at a wide table, leaning back in his chair, idly
spinning an old pocketknife in his hand. A faint smile played on his lips, but
his eyes had sharpened in the void. Beneath his humorous demeanor, a dangerous
mind was at work.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Erman
slightly lifted his head. When the door opened, two guards entered, escorting a
man in a white lab coat and glasses between them. The man's face was tense with
worry. Erman, without moving from his spot, spoke calmly:
-Leave me alone with the
professor.
His smile remained, but the atmosphere in the room
instantly turned heavy.
The guards left the room. Erman and the professor
were now alone.
-Your time is up, professor.
What's the result?
-Sir, what you asked for is
not exactly an easy task, but I assure you, I'll handle it as soon as possible.
-That's not the answer I
wanted, doctor.
Without rising from his chair, Erman slowly drew his
gun from his belt. The professor, his eyes trembling behind his glasses,
watched him in fear. Without a moment's hesitation, Erman aimed and pulled the
trigger. The only sound echoing through the room was the gunshot; the professor
collapsed to the ground instantly.
Erman stood up and slowly walked to the body.
Looking down at the corpse with a tone full of contempt, he spoke:
-I will wipe out the werewolf
race. If you're of no use to me, there's no reason for you to be alive.
(SCENE CHANGE)
A TEA HOUSE AT A MOSQUE IN SAKARYA
Yusuf and Canberk were sitting at the tea house.
Cigarettes in hand, tea in front of them.
The topic of conversation was the recent rent hike.
Canberk:
-How much is the rent now?
Yusuf:
-18,000₺.
Canberk:
-What the hell! That bastard's got no shame!
Yusuf:
-I'm gonna sort it out tonight.
Canberk:
-What are you gonna do, bro? It's his house after
all. You gonna threaten the guy?
Yusuf:
-We'll see. I'll figure something out.
Suddenly, Yusuf turned serious, and Canberk looked
surprised.
Yusuf:
-Without making it obvious, look at the guy behind
me.
Canberk did as he was told, but there was no one
behind Yusuf.
Canberk:
-There's no one behind you, bro.
Yusuf quickly turned around, also surprised.
Yusuf:
-I swear there was someone. I felt him watching us.
Canberk:
-Come on, let's go. This rent issue's gotten to your
head.
Yusuf:
-Weird… (He's clearly
puzzled.)
He lit another cigarette.
(SCENE CHANGE)
GÖKTUĞ'S HOUSE
Close to sunset, Göktuğ was sitting on an old wooden
chair in his garden, absorbed in a book. The silence was broken only by the
rustling of leaves stirred by the wind.
Then, the wooden gate of the garden creaked open.
Erman entered, dressed in a black suit. Despite his firm steps, Göktuğ didn't
even lift his head; he neither stood up nor said a word. He simply continued
turning the page.
Erman:
-Good to see you, doctor.
Göktuğ:
-Come in. Who are you looking for?
Erman:
-You, doctor.
Göktuğ:
-I'm not a doctor.
Erman:
-I know.
Göktuğ:
-What do you want?
Erman:
-You'll work for me for a short while, and
afterward, you'll be a very rich man.
Göktuğ:
-And if I refuse?
Erman:
-You die.
Göktuğ steps closer to Erman.
Göktuğ:
-Do I look like someone who fears death?
Erman:
-You have things you fear too, doctor
Erman places a flash drive on the table.
Göktuğ:
-What's this?
Erman:
-My number's in it. Watch it. Then call me.
Erman turned his back, opened the wooden gate once
more, and left.
(SCENE CHANGE)
YUSUF AND CANBERK'S STUDENT HOUSE IN SAKARYA
Canberk came home and unlocked the door with his
key. As he hung his jacket on the hanger right next to the door, his phone
started ringing.
It was Şebnem calling. Canberk answered the phone.
-Hello, Şebnem?
-Canberk, your friend Yusuf made Canan cry. I'm at
the dorm right now, the girl is sobbing.
-Ah, Yusuf, ah! He's still in love with her but too
stubborn to admit it.
-What are we going to do?
-I don't know. I'll talk to him when he gets home.
We've got a lot going on ourselves right now.
-Alright, I'm waiting for news.
-Don't even ask what happened, huh.
-Um…
-You girls are all the same, as long as you get your
way, huh? (laughing)
-That's not it…
-Come on, hang up. (laughing)
Canberk ended the call, and just then, the door
opened again. This time, it was Yusuf.
Yusuf:
-Getting greeted at the door now?
Canberk:
-Of course, bro. Always.
Yusuf:
-Appreciate it.
Canberk:
- I need to ask you something, man.
Yusuf:
-Go ahead, bro.
Canberk:
-Why are you treating that girl like this?
Yusuf:
-Don't start again, man.
Canberk:
-Didn't you say yourself, "We were 17"?
Yusuf:
- Yeah.
Canberk:
- If a 17-year-old said something today, you
wouldn't take it seriously. You'd say, "He's just a kid." Now here you are,
hurting a girl like Canan with your words over a mistake from five years ago,
when you were just a kid. Man, if someone asked, "Who's the most mature, most
decent guy on this campus?" 90% of us would name you. That girl chose to delay
university just to come here for you. A guy who holds a grudge over something
from five years ago shouldn't be you. It doesn't suit you, bro. Just so you know.
Yusuf stood in silence. He didn't say a word. He
just looked at Canberk's face.
(SCENE CHANGE)
Dr. Göktuğ sat in the silence of his office and
plugged the flash drive into the computer's USB port.
There was an unnamed video file on the screen.
Göktuğ hesitantly clicked on it.
The video started playing automatically.
A sunny morning… Göktuğ's mother was slicing
tomatoes and reaching across the table, while his father carefully lifted the
teapot. The cheerful sounds of birds mixed in with the joy at the table, adding
a touch of realism to the scene.
But then…
The camera shook. Approaching footsteps were heard.
The footage wasn't from the family, it was from an
outsider's perspective.
Göktuğ's eyes widened. His heart began to race.
Suddenly, the screen went black.
A new scene: Erman's face. Stern. Expressionless.
He looked at the camera with chilling composure.
Only these words broke through the silence:
-Hello, Doctor. This is absolutely not a threat.
Think of it as advice and encouragement. You'll find my number in the PDF file
next to this video. You can reach me there.
Göktuğ called the number listed on the file. Erman
answered.
-You did the right thing, Doctor. I'll send you a
location. My men will pick you up from there.
Before Göktuğ could say a word, Erman hung up.
Göktuğ stood frozen, seething with anger.
(SCENE CHANGE)
Night had fallen.
The wind howled between the stone walls, echoing as
it slipped quietly into the old structure that resembled a temple.
In the center of the marble floor stood nine heavy
chairs, arranged in a circular pattern.
One of them was empty.
The one closest to the center slightly elevated
above the others… the Leader's seat.
Eight alphas were present.
The silence bore the weight of anticipation.
From time to time, their eyes drifted toward the
empty chair.
Yılmaz leaned forward slightly and spoke:
-It's been a long time. We're all together again.
Akif nodded, his tone thoughtful:
-Yes, and I think we all know why.
The others silently agreed.
"This doesn't bode well," someone whispered.
At that moment, footsteps broke the deep silence.
Distant but clear… slow, confident, and heavy.
Each step echoed with strength on the stone floor.
The presence of the approaching figure filled the space the air grew thick.
All eyes turned to the door.
In slow motion, black shoes appeared first. Then the
edge of a jacket, shaded with hints of gray.
He stood tall, his steps firm and unwavering.
One by one, everyone straightened their posture.
They sat up.
The silence had turned into reverence.
The man walked to the center.
He stopped in front of the empty chair.
This man… was Yusuf's father.
Hüseyin, the High Alpha.
With a stern yet calm expression, and a voice that
effortlessly commanded the entire room, he spoke:
-After a long time… welcome back.
(SCENE CHANGE)
Yusuf and Canberk had arrived in Sapanca, a district
of Sakarya.
The air was dark, but they could still smell the
distant scent of the lake.
Canberk:
-Bro, are we sure this is going to work?
Yusuf:
- I don't know, but if he doesn't take back the rent
hike, we're leaving the house anyway, right?
Canberk:
-That's true, but…
Yusuf:
-Then it's settled, man. Don't worry, nothing will
happen.
Canberk's phone started ringing. It was Şebnem.
Yusuf:
- Go ahead, bro, I'll take this call.
- Alright.
Canberk lagged behind and answered.
Canberk:
- Hello, Şebnem?
Şebnem:
- Where are you?
Canberk:
- I told you, we're going to Sapanca.
Şebnem:
- Yeah, I'm asking exactly where.
Canberk:
- We're around Uzunkum. Why do you need to know
exactly where we are?
Şebnem:
- Oh, great. We're in that area too.
Canberk:
- Are you crazy? We didn't come here for fun. Why
are you here?
Şebnem:
- Well, we came to have fun.
Canberk:
- Perfect timing! (sarcastically)
As Canberk raised his voice, Yusuf turned around and
gave him a look that said, "What's going on?"
Canberk shook his head as if to say "It's nothing." Then he lowered his voice again.
Canberk:
- Look, Şebnem, this really isn't the time. Maybe in
like half an hour we can meet up. It might actually be good for Yusuf and Canan
too, okay? But now's not the time, seriously.
Şebnem:
- Alright, we're around… wait, is that you guys over
there?
The cool Sapanca air lingered over the dirt road by
the edge of the forest. Just as Yusuf and Canberk were about to knock on their
landlord's door, they spotted two girls in the distance.
About a hundred meters away, they saw Şebnem and
Canan.
Canberk covered his face with his hand like he was
saying, "You've got to be kidding me."
The timing was terrible. This was not the moment for the girls to be here.
As the girls slowly approached, seven motorcycles suddenly roared past them.
The rumble of the engines shook the ground. A cloud
of dust rose.
Şebnem and Canan flinched, backing away in fear.
As Yusuf and Canberk tried to understand what was
happening, the bikers turned.
Now, they were heading straight toward them.
Yusuf squinted. Canberk took a step back.
Then from a distance smoke
bombs were thrown.
In an instant, everything was swallowed by gray fog.
Visibility dropped to zero.
The girls were barely holding back their screams.
Canberk dropped to a crouch, coughing violently. His
vision was blurring.
Yusuf stood tall in the center of the smoke, ready,
braced for what was coming.
Yusuf:
- What the hell is happening!?
Canberk:
- I don't know, bro!
The motorcyclists suddenly emerged from the smoke,
drawing long, gleaming swords from their waists and charging straight at
Canberk.
The girls started screaming.
Şebnem stepped back in shock, while Canan dropped to
her knees and closed her eyes in fear.
Canberk was still dazed by the smoke. His chest was
tight, his eyes burned.
He staggered back, barely able to keep standing.
A sword was raised…
Just as it was about to strike…
Yusuf launched forward like lightning.
He grabbed the attacker's wrist mid-strike, emerging
from the smoke.
A punch…
The man's head jerked sideways.
He tumbled to the ground along with Yusuf and
crashed into the dirt with his motorcycle.
The remaining six immediately turned to Yusuf.
As Canberk tried to push himself up from his knees,
Yusuf danced between the blades like a storm—dodging, striking.
Three men were down in seconds:
One thrown by the shoulder,
One kicked in the gut,
One dropped by a punch to the face.
Then, a sharp pain tore through Yusuf's left
shoulder.
A sword slash.
Yusuf cried out and turned, grabbing the attacker's
arm.
He squeezed in rage a crack.
The man collapsed in agony.
Yusuf took down the rest…
Punches, kicks, rolls, quick turns…
Until no one was left standing.
Breathing heavily, Yusuf stood among the bodies.
The smoke still hadn't cleared.
Canberk staggered toward him.
Motorcycles, swords, unconscious attackers littered
the ground.
Everyone was stunned.
The girls slowly approached.
Then one of the men on the ground stirred.
Yusuf saw him and walked over.
He knelt and grabbed the man's throat, forcing him
to his knees.
Yusuf:
- Who sent you?
Attacker:
- Kill me.
Yusuf:
- I won't. I'm not a killer. Tell me who sent you.
Attacker:
- Whether I tell you or not, I'll die anyway.
Yusuf:
- Tell your master this: if he tries to hurt my
friends again, he'll suffer greatly.
Attacker:
- You think it's just your friends?
Yusuf's vision suddenly went black.
The fog wasn't just in the air it crept into his
mind.
He was pulled back into that cursed dream.
Pitch darkness.
No sky, no ground. Only him.
And two doors standing side by side in the endless
void.
One was familiar, softly lit, peaceful.
He had chosen it before.
But now…
His gaze turned to the other door…
Surrounded by shadows, painted in red, cold and
menacing.
Haunting piano notes echoed in the background.
Each one hit like a punch to the chest.
Yusuf took a deep breath.
Thoughts flooded in:
"Why do the wicked live? Wouldn't the world be
better without them? If two of them died right here, what would we really lose?
In fact… wouldn't the world become a better place? Why not slit his throat
right now? Didn't they try to kill us? They already deserve to die."
Then Canberk's voice broke
through.
Canberk:
- Yusuf, snap out of it, bro. This isn't you. You're
not a killer.
Suddenly, Yusuf returned to himself.
He blinked.
The smoke was still thick.
There was a sword in his hand.
Canberk was beside him, staggering.
One man knelt before him, head down, trembling.
A sob came from behind.
Canan was crying.
Şebnem stood frozen.
Yusuf looked around…
Then at the sword in his hand.
He didn't remember picking it up.
His mind was foggy.
He couldn't breathe for a moment.
He squinted, trying to focus.
Then he took a deep breath and slowly placed the
sword on the ground.
He walked over to the man, looked him in the eyes.
Didn't flinch.
Grabbed his head and slammed it into the motorcycle.
The man passed out.
Yusuf stood up.
Reached out to Canberk.
They walked out of the smoke together.
As the fog cleared, two
silhouettes emerged—
Şebnem and Canan.
Yusuf's eyes locked onto them.
Reality hit harder now.
Yusuf:
- What are you doing here?
Şebnem:
- We were just wandering around… ran into you by
chance.
Yusuf:
-Fine. Let's go to the lakeside. Get some fresh air.
Şebnem:
- Yeah… that sounds good.
(SCENE CHANGE)
The Alpha werewolves sat within the temple.
Kudret:
- So, Hüseyin, what's so important?
Hüseyin:
- After all these years, we are gathered here once
again. This time, it's serious, ladies and gentlemen.
Kudret:
- What happened?
Hüseyin:
- The Guardians… have returned.
(Tense music begins to play…)
Kudret:
- They've
returned?
Eray:
- After all these years, why now?
Tomris stepped in.
- I don't know. But they killed my seven comrades.
In just two days.
- They have a very distinct way of killing. First,
they weaken the immune system using Wolfsbane smoke… then they strike with swords forged from Wolfsbane itself.
Serdar:
- So what are we going to do? Are we not going to
fight?
Hüseyin:
- If we can figure out where they are or who they
are—yes, we fight. The blood of our seven fallen brothers cannot go unavenged.
I will not let this fragile peace we've built with humans be
destroyed by a handful of self-proclaimed "Guardians." If
war is the price for peace, then so be it we fight!
Tomris:
- We have to fight. Not only for revenge but to survive.
Hüseyin:
- Oh, and there's one more thing…
(He pulls out a photo of Hakan and shows it to the
other alphas.)
Hüseyin:
- Whose beta is this wolf?
Zafer:
- Who is he? What's the matter?
Hüseyin:
- He knows that I'm the High Alpha.
And I told you I wanted to keep my identity hidden.
Yılmaz:
- He must be rogue. He's not from any of our packs.
Hüseyin:
- That makes it even more dangerous. We need to be
cautious.
Do not
reveal my identity to your packs—and don't let your own identities be exposed
to the humans.
(SCENE CHANGE)
Yusuf and the others had made their way down to the
lake.
The wound on his back left shoulder had healed in an
oddly fast way, yet his clothes were still torn and bloodstained where he'd
been injured.
Canan didn't know the wound was gone.
Canan:
- Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?
Yusuf:
- Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks.
Canan:
- Wait, let me take a look.
She leaned in and peeked through the tear in his
shirt.
Then pulled back in shock.
The wound… was gone.
No cut, no bruise. Just dried blood and torn fabric.
"This… this is impossible," she whispered to
herself, eyes wide.
Her mind flashed back to the fight.
Canberk had almost choked from the smoke, but Yusuf…
it was like it hadn't affected him at all.
He had taken down seven men alone.
A chill ran down Canan's spine.
Yusuf didn't say anything. He just kept staring at
the lake.
His eyes were fixed not on the waves, but on some
truth beyond them.
Canan:
- But you… you were hurt.
Yusuf:
- Would you rather I stayed hurt?
Canan stayed silent for a moment.
Canan:
- I mean… no, of course not. I just… when did it
even heal?
Canberk quickly cut in:
- Can we maybe talk about something nice for a
change?
Canan:
- Ah… yeah, you're right.
Şebnem gave Canberk a knowing
look.
Şebnem:
- Canberk, can I borrow you for a moment?
Canberk:
- Sure.
They got up and walked a bit away from the others.
Canberk:
- What's up, Şebnem?
Şebnem:
- Thought we'd give them some alone time.
Canberk:
- Ah, good point. (grinning)
Now, Yusuf and Canan were alone by the lake as the
evening settled in.
Canan:
- Who were those men, Yusuf? What do they want from
you?
Yusuf:
- I don't know. They went for Canberk first, but I
was the real target. I have no idea who they are.
Canan:
- We should go to the police or something. There's
going to be more of this.
Yusuf:
- We'll see. I want to know more. I need to find out who sent those dogs.
Canan:
- Don't be ridiculous, Yusuf. What if something
happens to you?
Yusuf:
- Canan. Nothing's going to happen. Don't be scared,
okay?
Canan:
- I'm not scared anymore, Yusuf.
Not of you. Not of anyone, as long as I'm with you.
Yusuf smiled.
Yusuf:
- Good.
Because you can't truly love someone with all your
heart if you're afraid of them, right?
Canan:
- What's that supposed to mean?
Yusuf:
- It means… if you're not afraid anymore, then
there's nothing stopping us from a second chance.
Canan was deeply happy to hear that…
But she simply replied with a quiet, gentle smile.
(SCENE CHANGE)
Night had fallen, and the streets were cloaked in
silence. Hüseyin descended the stone steps of the temple, turned up his collar,
and began to walk. The moonlight struck his gray hair, casting his shadow long
across the sidewalk.
Just as he was about to turn the corner, a sudden
gust of wind blew from behind, lasting three seconds. The hem of his coat
fluttered, and for a brief moment, the air around him shifted. Hüseyin stopped.
It was as if he understood what had just happened. His brows furrowed.
"What are you doing here?" he said sternly, turning
around.
Standing before him was a handsome man dressed in a
pure white suit. From his shoes to his vest, he was flawlessly white. Calm,
familiar, and unnerving.
-Didn't know visiting was a crime.
-Really? After all this time, you finally show up. I
doubt it's because you missed me.
-Your son…
-What about my son?
-He's getting stronger. Or let's say, his powers are
awakening.
-What the hell are you talking about?
-Just now, seven men tried to kill him and his
friend with wolfsbane smoke.
-Did you come here to mock me?!
-When have you ever seen me joke?
Hüseyin tensely pulls out his phone.
-Don't worry. He dealt with all of them. Like I
said, your son is growing stronger.
The man in the white suit turns and begins to walk
away.
-Keep an eye on him. That boy is yours, and you
brought him into this world. If he becomes a threat to it, that's on you.
Hüseyin grows angry.
-You have no right to speak on this. Neither you nor
the others.
The man continues walking.
-You've gotten quite used to being a father. You
even seem to have embraced the name 'Hüseyin.
-Shut your mouth.
He dials Yusuf on his phone.
(SCENE CHANGE)
Erman was sitting in the room where he had killed
the professor. The dark atmosphere of the headquarters seemed tailored to
Erman's character and inner world.
There was a knock at the door. Erman responded.
- Come in!
The door opened, and the man Hüseyin had encountered
earlier that morning entered.
- Welcome, Hakan.
- Thank you.
- So? Were you able to find out?
- Yes.
- What's the result?
- The Prime Alpha… Hüseyin Turgut.
Erman was visibly shocked and angered.
- So it's that bastard, huh? I should've guessed.
- What are we going to do now?
- There will be no peace for them in this world. Not
even in the ground will they find rest. We won't stop until not a single one of
them is left alive, Hakan. Every last one of them will die. All their filthy
families, their loved ones none will survive. This world will become their
grave.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
STORY & SCREENPLAY: YUSUF TURGUT