Episode 4
After Khawar left, Ibrahim went to Natasha's room to check if she was resting peacefully.
Satisfied, he returned to his own room and lay down on the bed.
"I loved you so much, Sanam... but you never valued it."
Tears welled up in Ibrahim's eyes.
After Sanam's betrayal, Ibrahim had completely lost faith in women.
He never remarried, nor did he have any interest in women again.
It was Natasha who came into his life and taught him how to live again.
To her, he was an angel—but how much of a beast he truly was, only he knew.
"If Natasha finds out about me… will she still see me as her father?
What if she leaves me?"
Just the thought brought tears to his eyes.
Thinking about it, Ibrahim slowly drifted off to sleep.
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In the morning, when Ibrahim went to Natasha's room, she wasn't there.
Panicked, he rushed downstairs and found her sitting at the breakfast table, waiting for him.
"You're up already? Come on, let's go back to your room and eat there. You're still not well," Ibrahim said.
"No, Dad, I'm going to college."
Ibrahim looked at her in surprise.
"Sweetheart, what are you saying?"
"Dad, I'm missing my classes."
"What's done is done, but college is dangerous right now," Ibrahim warned.
"What danger, Dad?" she asked.
"Nothing, forget it," he deflected.
"I'm going to college. And by the way, did you speak to those seniors' parents about what they did?"
"Oh… I forgot. Thanks for reminding me," Ibrahim smiled.
"Never mind, Dad. Just leave it."
"Okay then," Ibrahim smiled again.
"Alright, Dad. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, my child."
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After Natasha left, Ibrahim called Khawar.
After several rings, Khawar finally picked up.
"Were you sleeping drunk?" Ibrahim snapped.
"Did you call to fry my brain first thing in the morning?" Khawar replied grumpily.
"Wait a minute," Ibrahim said.
"First, tell me—do you even have a brain?"
"I'm hanging up, Ibrahim. I need to sleep."
"Okay okay, relax. I was just joking," he laughed.
"Natasha insisted on going back to college. We need to head to the jungle today—ASAP.
I can't risk her safety anymore. That college is dangerous."
"Alright, let's leave today then," Khawar agreed.
"Now let me sleep. Allah Hafiz," and he ended the call.
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"Sir, we brought those people you mentioned. They're in the basement," said a servant.
Ibrahim smiled. "I'm coming."
Wearing a mask, he went into the basement.
Three figures were tied in chains, blindfolded.
"Remove their blindfolds, Zamurd Khan," he ordered.
Zamurd Khan, a loyal servant who treated Natasha like his own daughter, did as told.
"Let us go! Who are you people? Why have you tied us up?"
It was the same three senior students.
"Please let us go. Our families must be worried," the girl cried.
"You'll leave soon enough. What's the rush?" Ibrahim said, smiling.
He took out a box and placed three scorpions on their heads.
They all began to scream.
"Shhh... these are a special breed of scorpion.
As long as you don't move, they won't sting you.
But if you even flinch, one sting—and your body will rot in seconds.
So stand very still."
"What did we even do to deserve this?" one asked in terror.
"Not every punishment needs a justification," Ibrahim replied and left the basement.
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Meanwhile, Natasha was taking her classes with full confidence—
determined not to let her dreams go unfulfilled.
Khawar was on his way to Ibrahim's house, but traffic had jammed the road.
There were police and ambulances ahead.
He stepped out and saw a crowd on the roadside.
Moving forward, he saw a headless body lying there.
Shaken, Khawar rushed back to his car and sped toward Ibrahim's house.
"We need to end this—no matter what," he muttered to himself.
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Reaching Ibrahim's house, he found him working on his laptop.
"You're here," Ibrahim said.
"Hurry up, finish your work. Another innocent was taken by those beasts on the way here."
Ibrahim clenched his fists in anger.
"We'll make them pay—for all their generations."
They got into the car and headed for the jungle.
"Thank you, Khawar," Ibrahim said.
"For what?"
"If you hadn't saved me that day, I'd never have avenged my parents."
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The day the werewolf bit Ibrahim and he passed out,
the two people who carried him away were Khawar and his father, Kariz.
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When Ibrahim regained consciousness, he found himself in a wooden house on a bed.
"Who are you? Why did you save me? My parents were murdered by those beasts…
I have no one left. I want to die."
Kariz replied, "Then die. But you still have two paths—either die, or avenge your parents."
"How? They're monsters, and I'm just a man!"
"Well… you're not human anymore either," Kariz said.
"Wait until nightfall. You'll understand."
"What's your name?" Kariz asked.
"Ibrahim. And yours?"
"I'm Kariz. This is my son, Khawar."
"But why are you in such a dangerous jungle? Aren't you afraid of them?"
"This is our land. They fear us."
"I don't understand."
"You will—tonight. Now rest."
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That night, under the full moon, Ibrahim woke up in unbearable pain.
Kariz and Khawar were nowhere to be seen.
His body ached—fur began to sprout from his skin.
He staggered around in confusion until, before his eyes, he transformed into a massive werewolf.
Behind him, Kariz and Khawar watched silently—
and then they, too, transformed into werewolves.
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Later, the three of them sat inside the house.
"This… how did this happen?" Ibrahim asked, stunned.
Kariz began to explain:
"Thousands of years ago, vampires drank human blood.
They weren't very powerful—until they allied with a man-eating beast.
We come from the tribe of werewolves—protectors of mankind.
One werewolf, after a hundred years, could take human form.
It's a generational duty—we fight to protect humans.
Vampires and werewolves have been enemies for centuries.
Like them, we also live long lives.
I'm 400 years old. My son, Khawar, is 200.
We live among humans, but hunt the monsters.
They lure people into the jungle to feed. But unfortunately, your family came here on their own.
We had to move into the city to fight them.
Our tribe believes in God.
When a werewolf bites someone, they become one of us.
The night you were bitten by Khawar—
his teeth turned you into a werewolf."
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"So now tell me… do you want revenge?" Kariz asked.
"I will rip them to pieces. They will remember me forever."
The three stepped outside.
"I, Ibrahim, swear that until I die—I will destroy their bloodlines," he vowed.
"InshaAllah!" Kariz and Khawar declared in unison.
Ibrahim's eyes turned blood-red.
The three transformed—howling into the night sky:
> "Ooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Far away, in a cave, Michael—feeding on human blood—trembled at the sound.
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