Chapter 16: The Silver Bullet

Gustav's POV

"Ludovic."

His name tasted sour on my lips. Thinking about him and all the hardships he had caused me and my pack made me angry at myself. Maybe it was because he had a better strategy than I did. Or maybe because he was born a Lycan, and I, a struggling hybrid.

For all I cared, being a Lycan in a battle of werewolves was an unfair tool to bring into the game.

I gulped the remaining glass of '74 McKinnen Scotch down my patched throat and refilled the old fashioned glass cup in a haste. Dry scotch on a patched throat- a very bad combo no one would tell you not to try.

Regardless, I poured myself another glass, and leaned back into my black rotating chair in my commodious office.

"That cheating Lycan. He also got the girl before me." I downed the second glass, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My body trembled with so much vexation that I feared for the vodka glass cups in my hand.

I was hopeless. I was not winning the protracted war, and to make matters worse, it d