Chapter 4

MANUEL'S POV

Throughout last night, my thoughts had been filled with her. From my waking thoughts to my dreams, her soft moans, her beautiful hair, the way her body fit so perfectly with mine. I buried myself into work, it was all I could do to not go insane from thoughts of her.

We had issues regarding the pack's security system and who better than to reach out to the pack's leading man in all things hacking, which was Micheal?

He didn't hold a very high position in the pack but he was one loyal friend I could turn to whenever the situation got this bad.

Glancing back at the stack of unopened folder files detailing the rivalry and the issues caused by the opposing pack, the Bloodhound pack, I let out a sigh as I signed off on it. Delegating the matter to the head of command, Jonathan. We were not close but we had a good working relationship.

After much deliberation, I decided to go over to see Micheal. We had discussed matters over the phone but had been keen to leave vital details in case there was a wiretap anywhere. Assuming the mysterious blackmail text and video had come from within the pack.

I arrived at Michael's house just in time to see his guard pacing back and forth at the entrance. He stood rigid as he sighted me.

"Is something the matter?"I asked.

He shook his head vehemently giving me a wan smile. He was aged but still had the features that made him intimidating. Had I been a mere pup I would have cowered at his demeanor. He gave way for me to go on ahead.

"He's been expecting you "he responded.

I nodded.

Proceeding forward, I stopped to place my palm on the finger recognition system he had installed a few years back.

"Retina scan required, "the automated voice said.

I turned to see the guard shrug his shoulders.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I moved my face closer for the scan.

"Is it just me or is he just becoming more paranoid by the day? "I told myself.

"He's just making sure there are no extra intruders," the guard said with a smile.

"Finally!"I exclaimed as the glass doors slid open signaling me to go in. With a nod in the guard's direction, I walked into the house.

Micheal was standing in his kitchen cooking something as I walked into the room. He was so engrossed in cooking that he jumped when he took notice of my presence.

"Manuel! You scared the crap out of me. Let me just finish this up and we can talk while having something to eat"He said.

I nodded, heading to the couch I plopped down on to wait.

After a few minutes, he came rushing in carrying two plates of food enticingly decorated and knowing him, it would taste as good as it looked and smelt.

We devoured the food in silence reveling in the tastes that exploded in our mouths but once the meal was done it was time for business.

"Have you discovered who sent the video?" I asked.

Micheal was nestled on the couch now, his eyes were glued to the screen as he typed away on the keyboard so fast I thought the keys would give out.

"Not yet.Am still working on it."He responded, his attention was still on the screen.

"But I did find out something" he added.

Intrigued now, I sat up to listen.

He turned the screen of his laptop to me.

I frowned in annoyance.

"If you wanted to tease me about my sex video you would have done that over the phone, "I said wryly.

"Look closely "he instructed.

I grimaced at the serious expression in his eyes but I did as he said. Looking closely I noticed the color of the room changed, almost like the atmosphere was changing. The dimly lit red room turned into a lighter shade of red with each passing minute.

"Yes, the color of the room is..."I tried to make sense of it all.

"Yes, your hunch is correct. There was something in the air that night. But only in that particular room" Micheal said, turning the laptop back to him.

"I don't follow" I responded.

"Well, I cross-referenced the video with a UV ray filter, and here's what I found"his fingers worked fast.

he turned the screen back to me and in the shades of yellow and blue, I saw the room enveloped in a cloud of grey smoke that filled the whole room.

my eyes widened.

"What the heck is this? I asked in disbelief.

"That, my friend is medetomidine gas" he replied.

"What?"I frowned.

"Fatal to humans, but not to werewolves. But its side effects are fatal. It makes you lose all your initial inhibitions making you susceptible to anything that pops up in your mind at that instant. And since what we have as werewolves are primal, it's either to kill or mate, and your wolf must have been so overwhelmed it couldn't resist the urge to mate with this man" He explained.

It all made sense now. My lack of self-control, my burning desire to get her in my bed, the way I had taken her so roughly thinking back now, the images became clearer. She had been a virgin and I had pounded into her like an animal. So that means that...

"Wait, does that mean we were both victims of this gas?"I asked.

"It seems highly likely. It's possible that the woman in the video didn't know what she getting into as well. Almost like a set-up? "he confirmed.

"Who would do such a thing?!"I shouted.

"You must have both breathed in the gas and that must have sent your sense of self-judgment thrown out of the window. "He continued trying to calm me down.

I sat back down.

"How did you end up in that room In the first place?

I narrated everything to him and he listened through it all nodding his head all the way.

After I was finished, he pulled open his laptop, typed in something, and e turned the laptop to me again.

"Is this the woman you saw that nig ht?" he asked.

I frowned.

"No, I am not" I responded.

His lips pursed in thought.

"That's the owner of the brothel. And if it isn't her then..." he began.

"The question is who the hell was the woman I met at the bar that night and who is she working for?"I thought aloud.