Brutally tortured

Just thinking about my loved ones and fellow humans falling because of the selfish attack of wolves, I want to crush their necks and kill them all.

They stopped talking. The footsteps came closer and closer to me. I immediately closed my eyes and continued to pretend to be dead. If I let them find out I'm awake, my life will be shortened.

The shrill sound of the iron door suddenly resounded. I almost instinctively put my hand over my ears. Fortunately, I didn't. The sound of solid footsteps softly echoed in the quiet space; it was like the sound of death. Then the sound of leather shoes stopped, and I felt a pair of eyes staring at me.

"Dead?" A headless sentence rang out.

After that, the atmosphere fell into silence again. My heart sank. I tried to hold my breath to fool that bastard into thinking I was really dead. I know werewolves are very sharp; I can be detected if I breathe a little.

Time passed slowly, I felt that I was running out of oxygen, but the person in front of me still didn't move.

Sweat broke out on my back even though the temperature was shallow and cold. Until the

oxygen ran out, I couldn't hold my breath anymore, I opened my mouth to take a deep breath, but a powerful blast of air grazed my

face, and the pain all over my body became more apparent than ever. I was thrown against the wall by him.

A cold and mocking voice rang in my ears, "why not continue to pretend to be dead?"

This is the most humiliating thing for an excellent hunter like me. I endured the pain, putting my hands on the floor to force myself up.

I pursued my lips in disdain and defiance, "Is that all? If you're good enough, kill me! Stupid werewolves!"

I raised my head, looked at the face of the person who hit me, and caught my eye was a figure nearly 1m9 tall. His deep black eyes startled me, and my hand suddenly trembled, but I don't know why.

Am I trembling in fear of a werewolf? This is funny.

But it is undeniable that he has a powerful oppressive aura. Without a doubt, the Alpha blood flowing in him was extremely strong.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had met this person. Or rather, I've seen his picture in the 'most dangerous werewolves' profile at the organization.

Information about him popped into my head. His name is Charles, son of Alpha Andrew. He was the one the organization always condemned for his crimes; the number of people who died at his hands could not be counted. He is man's most dangerous enemy but the werewolf's savior because, in the future will probably become the strongest Alpha in history that werewolves possess.

I did not expect myself to fall into the hands of this wicked man. But I still managed to control the trembling in my heart and glared at him. Even if I die, I won't bow.

Under the dim light of the bulb, my eyes and Charles's met. Suddenly, he froze like a lost soul, his eyes flashing with complicated emotions.

I don't understand why I can see so many emotions through the eyes of someone I've never met, but I quickly put that silly thought out of my head. Right now is my best chance to attack Charles.