Chapter-13 Zane

I glared at the feeble little shifter lying motionless in the bed. "Well? What's wrong with the little wolf?" I snapped at Zelda, my maid.

Zelda flinched under my withering gaze. Good, she should be afraid. Fear is the only way to keep the hired help in line.

"Fever, sir."

I clicked my tongue. "As expected of an omega, they're too fragile."

"Sir..." Zelda began hesitantly. I raised an eyebrow, daring her to continue. She swallowed hard. "The wolf...she has been starved. Forced to live on scraps. Her condition is terrible. If you drink her blood now, it could prove fatal."

Fatal, huh? I dismissed the foolish maid with a wave of my hand. She knew better than to linger.

Once she had scurried away, I turned my attention to the frail little wolf lying before me. Her tangled red hair was dull and matted. I had already removed the silver shackles binding her wrists and ankles. No need for those anymore. It was obvious she had been cast aside by her pack, left to waste away in the woods.

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