"I went through your laboratory and your reports at the hospital. You are dying, and if care isn't taken, you can drop dead any day," Hezell revealed as he stared into Jerome's face."How you snuck into maximum level protected places without being caught doesn't surprise me, given you just got into a house I just fortified. Tell me what you want, and if it's fine by me, I can think about letting you in on my business," Jerome retorted, sitting on his swivel chair."The countless human research you're doing won't save you. The next two generations to come after the Nichols still won't find that cure because nature doesn't give the same thing twice in different ways," Hezell leaned his back on the wall.It took a few seconds for Jerome to grasp the meaning behind those words, and his body trembled in excitement. “There's a cure for my illness already in existence?”Hezell nodded. “The bite of a werewolf.”The smile on Jerome's face immediately faded. “Bites, scratches, I've tried them be
"Hezell now has an agreement with Jerome Nichols, which gives him access to most of the places in the human city," Hazel informed as they stepped foot into the woods at the other end of the city.Sarah bent beside Neon, who placed a hand on the ground with her eyes closed. "You hear that? If this woods isn't it, we're as good as dead because a certain witch will find and unalive us.""Maybe if you don't whisper that into my ears every three minutes, I'd be more focused," Neon opened her eyes and glared at Sarah."I'm distracting you? What the hell are you saying? As a rogue beta, I thought this is what you do all the time. After all, you're always on the run from your enemies," Sarah tsked, folding her hands underneath her bosom.Neon ignored her and straightened up."This is it. Whoever this person is, he is skilled in covering his tracks. But from what I just uncovered, there are hundreds of werewolves following him in this woods. We have to be careful not to be ambushed by them.""
Knight was the first to open his eyes. The room was pitch dark, and the only reason he believed he wasn't alone was the beating hearts he was hearing.He strained his eyes for a little while before switching over to that of his wolf's.Thanks to it, he noticed the people with him.He groaned when a familiar pain shot straight to his heart and hurriedly looked down at the smell of wolfsbane.His wrists were bound together in chains, chains soaked in wolfsbane.He felt the back of his neck sizzle with the same kind of pain and quickly looked up to see an overturned barrel filled with wolfsbane. It was dripping one at a time, but its hinges looked like it'd fall on him anytime soon."Guys, wake up!" He growled, and the eyes of everyone shot open in alert."Mmm!" Sarah was the first to grimace as she promptly sat up. "What the hell?! We were captured?""Most importantly, these chains are killing me!" Neon clenched her teeth tightly. No sooner had she said so that she felt something hot and
Two months ago,Two minutes after Sarah and Freya walked deeper into the woods to gather firewood, Mendoza got up and walked towards Ryan."I'm having a strange feeling," she said, stopping in front of him.Ryan took down the book he held up and smiled. "Come, there's something I need to show you."He got up and walked to the back of the tents, towards a big, shaded tree.Mendoza hesitated for a moment before following him. He first climbed the tree and lent a hand to her. She held onto it and climbed up.From the tree, they could see literally everything happening on the ground."It's a nice view," she admitted once she was beside him."Indeed. Now look closer. What do you see?" Ryan probed, and she narrowed her eyes at the moving bushes on the ground.It only took her five seconds to notice there were people moving on the ground."One, two, three…eight people. Did the Council send people after us?" she asked in confusion, glancing at him briefly."Not at all. The people on the groun
"Sarah Bennett, always so smart. If you didn't irritate me so much, I bet we would've been good friends," Mendoza chuckled."If Mendoza Barnes of two months ago had offered me friendship, I'd have rather drowned myself than accept it," Sarah spat out coldly."Can't blame you. I seemed to have that effect on people," Mendoza smiled broadly and turned her eyes to the side. "Hazel, you're a witch, but right now, you're on par with a werewolf pup. Are you with me, or would you rather I drop you in the middle of the human city for Hezell to find?"Such an offer… only a fool would say no to it."Don't look at them. Right now, they are as powerless as you, and after now, they'd be beneath you as before, granted you accept my offer, though," Mendoza said, seeing Hazel glance towards Nebra."As long as Hezell is alive, he won't stop hunting me. I'll gladly accept whatever plans you have to kill him," Hazel accepted in a firm voice.Mendoza clapped her hands happily and turned to the alphas who
Human City, Jerome Nichols' House"W-we've swept through the entire city seven times, and still no sight of them. At this juncture, I think it's either they got help from someone on the outside, or they've been hiding under our noses," one of Jerome's men reported to him.There were two men opposite Jerome and another behind him. While the one behind him didn't seem like he was listening to the conversation, he clenched his fist tightly tightly at the report."You didn't find them? Not even a trace. You lots become useless every passing day!" Jerome hollered, picked up the pistol on his desk, and aimed it at the temple of the one who reported the news.The limp body of the first man fell to the floor in a thud, while the second man immediately fell to his knees, shuddering in fear."One last chance, Mr. Nichols. Just one more, and I promise that the next time I return, I'll have Miss Cheyenne with me!" Jerome heard him beg from the floor.The desk was relatively high, so Jerome couldn
Cleopatra immediately narrowed her eyes at the man."I don't remember you, but if you were a close friend of my aunt's and you're being held captive here in the Council, that means you are one of the people who plotted the downfall of the Council."The man clenched his fist guiltily. "You're right. I was bought just before the fight between the Werewolf Hunters and those in the Council happened. But I never thought that the fight would lead to so many deaths, including that of Cloris'.""If you're looking for pity, you're not going to get it," Syren butted in, looking up at him."If I wanted pity, I wouldn't have waited for so long to come here." He smiled.Cleopatra stared at him for a long time before asking, "Who are you supposed to be?""Pardon me, I'm Malakai. I lost my memory during the war 19 years ago. Hence, the only thing I remember is my first name and a woman named Cloris Vause. I only have memories of her," replied the man."If you don't have any other memory, you can't b
"I take it your mother agreed?" Syren uttered, standing behind Cleopatra as she watched her pack a few clothes into a backpack."It's all thanks to her getting better. I wonder what I'd have done if she was still… erratic," Cleopatra exhaled lightly."Thank goodness. Or should I say 'thanks to the moon goddess'?" Syren rephrased."That's just weird and unnecessary.""Unnecessary? Isn't the moon goddess supposed to be supreme for you werewolves?" Syren asked curiously."Witches rely on their ancestors most of the time. Does that mean they say 'thanks to the ancestors'?" Cleopatra retorted.Syren chuckled and walked to Cleopatra's front. "Yes, we do. We are expected to thank the ancestors whenever something good happens to us or something becomes a success when we ask for their help and actually get it."Cleopatra paused for a moment before forcefully zipping her bag in disbelief, amusing Syren the more.Looking up at her, Cleopatra scoffed. "You witches sure are weird.""Weird isn't th