CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Alex's POV

(…a tragic end)

He sealed up the place and headed to the extreme ends of the region. He came across a lot of armored vehicles scattered all-over but, linked it to the tight security the alpha spoke about earlier. There’s no greater joy than accomplishing an impossible task. He applauded himself. The increasing convergence of cop cars and hunters around made him drive further away from the region's borderlands till he arrived at a safe spot to discard the rogue without arousing suspicion.

He alighted from the vehicle and moved towards the trunk. He didn’t need the potion after all.

He opened up the car trunk but froze on the spot after setting eyes on the body. He hit himself severally to confirm his consciousness. It was impossible. A sudden cold filled the whole of his organs from within, as he began to shiver.

“That’s impossible”, he kept saying to himself, panting around like a bereaved psychopath. He continued to wander, returning to the trunk periodically as though