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Chapter 17: Jealousy

Gustav's POV

'A silver bullet? Where the hell did she get a silver bullet?'

My thoughts were disheveled as I marched into the dungeon in the basement of the mansion. Drogo trailed behind me panting helplessly. He was becoming old to keep up with the widening gap between us.

Even as a werewolf, your glory days are numbered. Drogo's glory days ended with my father's reign. My time to lead was here.

No, my time to rule had come, and I was having a field day at it. Father would look down from heaven, or up from hell in awe, that I surpassed his fears and limitations.

We got to the mouth of the dungeon, and turned of a big flashlight affixed to a hinge on the wall to brighten the dark corridor. The corridor was as quiet as a graveyard, except for the tapping of our shoes against the concrete floor.

The dungeon could pass for a graveyard after all. Both humans and werewolves in their drones had been tortured to death by my skillful hands in the same room Iris was being held.

Seeing my victi
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