At ten o'clock at night, the whole base fell into silence and cold; only the steady footsteps of soldiers echoed in the dark night. Everything was calm outside, but everyone, even me, was tense and extremely heavy inside.I've noticed two soldiers patrolling the corridor in front of my room every ten minutes. Perhaps those two were assigned to patrol the first and second floors, so they kept repeating their patrol route.I carefully calculated, and after the sound of footsteps leaving, I secretly opened the door to my room. The hallway was still as dark as when I first sneaked out of the room at night.I've been here almost a month and am used to this corridor. I left this corridor without a hitch.I certainly couldn't leave the main building by the front door in the lobby because I knew soldiers would be there. But I know that on the first floor, there is a room with a window leading to the garden behind the main building. I also don't understand why that room has a window, but I fee
Although the four wolves won in numbers, it seemed they were still afraid of the central wolf, so several minutes passed without one rushing to bite the wolf.A growl echoed throughout the forest. The wound in my knee is painful, and my hands are tired from sitting in a crouching position on a tree from bouncing until now. My whole body was cold, but the sweat on my forehead kept pouring out. I just want the wolves to leave quickly because I can't control myself in the tree any longer.After a moment of mutual exploration, two of the four wolves on the same side rushed to fight the wolf that was surrounded in the middle.Although the two wolves rushed at the same time, they were no match for the other wolf. The other two wolves did not continue to watch and ran to join the fight.The situation was so chaotic that I didn't have time to see how they fought. Suddenly, one of the four wolves was thrown toward my tree. The wolf's body slammed into the tree, causing the tree to shake violen
One of the wolves charged toward me. In its eyes, I could see the utter fury and madness. Maybe he was angry because I killed his comrades, whose necks were broken by me.I closed my eyes, waiting for death to come to me. Dying for a hunter is not scary. I have always been mentally prepared to make sacrifices while on duty. However, I still regret not being able to return to the organization. I still haven't said goodbye to my adoptive father or met Mira again to ask her why she is treating me like this.A wind grazes my face. There was a loud noise as if something heavy had hit the ground. I opened my eyes bewilderedly; in front of me was dust flying everywhere; I could not see clearly; a vague and familiar back stood before me.I inhaled the dust causing myself to cough and choke; a mouthful of blood came up with my cough. I sprayed it out, and it felt a little better. At this time, the dust gradually dissipated, and I could see clearly in front of me.The large and sturdy back in f
I dragged my tired body forward, moving heavily from a limp. The sweat on my forehead kept pouring out, and my back ached as the cold wind blew past me.I have never struggled like this. I have never been so helpless. I have never felt so close to death.I try to hold back the pain and move faster. Suddenly, I tripped over a dead tree branch on the way, causing me to fall face down on the ground.I turned over, seemingly having no strength left to stand up. The starless black sky is exactly like my dark mood right now.A bitter feeling crept into my heart, my nose was suddenly painful, and the corners of my eyes were also hot. I want to cry like children, want to say all the frustrations in my heart, and want a warm embrace to hug me when I am most helpless.It seems like a simple thing that anyone can do, but I am not. My adoptive father taught me that 'blood can flow, but tears must never fall,' and 'all resentments in the heart must not be shown. A good hunter must not be weak!', '
*POV Charles‘STOP! Stop, Charles! Please don't kill her. Stop immediately! Or I'll tear you to pieces.' Ryan howled urgently and furiously because I was strangling Aliyah.Even though she fainted, I didn't stop. Anger has completely taken over my mind.'CHARLES! Stop now!’ Ryan shouted with all his anger. He seemed to want to get out and control my body.Finally, under Ryan's strong resistance, I let go of Aliyah. Her body fell to the ground, not moving at all.I don't have time to care because I'm fighting with Ryan in my head right now. My body gradually grew more prominent; some places on my clothes were torn, my hand feathers increased, and my claws appeared slowly. Before I transformed into a wolf, I restrained myself and returned like the beginning.My head hurt like a hammer. I imagine it could explode at any moment.'Don't kill her. She's my mate!' Ryan warned.I grit my teeth, trying to ignore him. It wasn't until I stabilized that I looked at Aliyah's situation. Seeing her
*POV Aliyah“Hey, wake up! Hurry up! Wake up!”Is someone calling me? I'm already dead! Did I go to hell?Pain is felt from the abdomen. The voice was also more unmistakable; it was a man's voice, “wake up, bitch! Damn you…”He scolded me with profanity as he continued to kick me in the stomach a few more challenging times. My ears are ringing, and I can't hear him clearly, but I can be sure this painful feeling is natural. I'm not dead yet, right?I suddenly grabbed the foot that was kicking my stomach. Open your eyes wide and look up at the owner of this leg. It was a middle-aged man with a bushy beard that covered half his face.He opened his eyes wide and looked at me in panic. Maybe he didn't expect me to act so suddenly. After a few seconds, he regained consciousness. His face showed shame and anger. He shouted, “Let go! Bastard.” Then he swung his leg out of my hand and wanted to kick me hard.But I reacted in time. I rolled backward, causing him to miss his kick into the air.
I suppressed my anger and went to the enslaved women to work. After seeing the situation, I can confirm that this is the logging area the enslaved people at the base say to each other. At that time, I saw people talking about this logging area with fear and panic, and I thought they were exaggerating. It wasn't until I saw it with my eyes that I believed their fear was confirmed.In the distance, I saw a group of women still transporting the tree. Because the trees are enormous, heavy, and cumbersome and need more people, the movement could be faster. The soldiers accompanying them kept urging them to hurry up.When the soldiers saw me approaching, the soldiers did not ask anything but angrily ordered, “Quickly enter the missing position. hurry up!" He even swung his whip in the air to scare me.I frowned but still quickly ran to where he pointed. This group consisted of eight people, two carrying the top of the tree, two having the bottom, and the remaining four taking the middle of
Thanks to Zoe, I learned a lot of helpful information about this logging area. My thoughts were correct; the cheapest thing here is life. If the enslaved person did anything wrong, even the most minor thing, they could be severely punished. Or if the soldiers weren't happy, they could kill the enslaved people at will. Enslaved people have no resistance; they can only endure and are always afraid, not knowing they will die at any time.An enslaved person's day is straightforward. Wake up at four in the morning to start work. Soldiers assign the job, but it couldn't be more stable because there are many incidents that occur frequently. Then, depending on the progress of the work, the time to finish the work will be different; sometimes, it will end very late.After work, the enslaved people would have an hour to eat, their only meal of the day. After eating, the enslaved people would gather in a large house called a 'sleeping house.' It says it's a house, but it's actually just a place