Pularis's POV
Susan passed out in my arms under the effects of the drug I had her smell. Her clothes were practically in taters on her body, and blood dripped out of her injuries and mouth. With her out, at least she won’t be feeling any more pain from the illness she was clearly suffering. At the same time, however, with her slow healing, she may not make it regardless.
“You there! Take her to my mansion and get her patched up, at once!” I ordered one of my swiftest hunters.
“Yes, Alpha!” he nodded, taking Susan away.
I turned my attention over to the many rogues the rest of my hunters have apprehended. Some tried to escape, others tried to fight. Regardless of the resistance, it was all futile for them, for my people are much stronger than they.
“You… Who the hell are you?!” the bulkiest of the rogues- who I assume was the leader, whom I have bound in silver shackles- demanded.
“I see no point in giving away my identity to mere rogues like you lot,” I answered. “I must say, it was
