Chapter Thirty Seven: A Glimpse Into Her

Alpha Cuan

My wound starts to fester which is odd.

It hasn't healed properly since the fight with the lycan a few days ago. I know it should have been considered a sign but I did not want to cause any harm until the lab test results came back and I know what I am dealing with.

When my father died, everyone thought it was a peaceful death that came from old age. Actually, werewolves live much longer than humans. Or rather, we age more slowly and our lifespan usually hits a hundred on average.

Since my father was much much older when he died, It did not raise any alarms. I did not suspect a thing either until my wound refused to heal from a lycan attack.

It was really odd. Although we call them lycans, they are just poor imitations born of scientific experiments that has not been proven to work as of yet.

A mysterious experiment that keeps claiming lives.

It was odd that my wound is festering because usually, lycans are more brawns than brains and they never were able to think far