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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
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ARES' POV The night was alive, the scent of the forest filling my nostrils as I ran. My paws barely touched the ground as I chased the silver-furred she-wolf through the thick woods. She was fast, too fast. Every time I closed the distance, she would surge ahead again, her movements fluid, teasing, tempting. A deep, satisfied growl rumbled from my chest. I liked this game. She glanced back at me, her silver-grey eyes glinting with amusement under the moonlight before she sped up. Damn, she was breathtaking. I pushed harder, muscles burning, and finally, I caught her. My teeth gently grasped her fur, and she let out a soft whimper before going still beneath me. My heart thundered in my chest. We stayed like that, breathing hard, our warmth mingling in the cold night air. Then, suddenly, she pulled away. I let her go, watching as she turned, her silver tail swaying as she walked away. Wait. I shifted back into my human form, standing tall in the clearing, waiting for her to do t
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ARES’ POV I pushed the door open with my foot, stepping into the guestroom with Noah still unconscious in my arms. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. I walked to the bed and carefully placed him down. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at him. Like I was trying to unravel him. Something about him was… off. I can feel it in my guts I’ve met thousands of people in my life, humans and wolves alike. I could read people easily. Tell who they were, what they wanted, their strengths, their weaknesses. But Noah? He was like an unsolved mystery. And I hated unsolved mysteries. There was no reason why a regular human, should have heard that growl. No reason why the beast didn’t devour him. And more importantly, no reason why I was this disturbed by him. I clenched my jaw. I will find out what you are, Noah Leister. Turning away, I grabbed his phone from my pocket. I scrolled through his contacts and found Penny and Nat
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UNKNOWN POV The dim glow of fluorescent lights flickered across the sterile white walls of the laboratory. A constant hum of machines filled the air, blending with the bubbling of chemicals inside glass tubes. The faint scent of blood and burnt flesh clung to the air. Scents I had long since grown accustomed to. I stepped inside, my boots clicking against the tiled floor, and the moment my presence registered, everyone in the lab halted their work and bowed in respect. As they should. These fools owe their existence to me. My gaze swept across the lab, rows of containment chambers filled with restrained test subjects. Some twitched violently, their bodies still adjusting to the transformation, while others lay unnaturally still. I turned to the head scientist, my voice cold and demanding. “How are the experiments progressing? Are there still bad outcomes?” The man, a middle-aged researcher with wrinkled eyes, straightened his lab coat before answering. “The process is stabilizin
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My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling. A slow, sinking feeling spread through my chest as I blinked, trying to adjust to my surroundings. The air smelled different, a mixture of mint and snow, something subtly cold. Not my room. Not anywhere I recognized. My heart picked up speed as I slowly sat up, scanning the dimly lit room. My stomach twisted as flashes of last night returned. The growl. The footprints. Then the beast. My breath hitched. I had seen it. Its massive form, those glowing, hungry eyes, like it wanted to devour me. I remembered the moment it attacked, the pain before I blacked out. But how am I alive? Instinctively, I touched my arms, my stomach, my legs, searching for wounds, for pain, for anything. But there was nothing. No scratches, no bruises, not even a dull ache. Was I dead? My heart pounded as the thought settled in. Maybe I had died in those woods. Maybe my body was lying somewhere, torn apart, and my brothers were out there searching for me. W
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NOAH'S POV My heart still pounded from my encounter with Rex, but my eyes locked onto the desk. The document I had glimpsed wasn’t just some research paper, it was the investigation. And professor Rex had made progress. "It seems you've made progress with the investigation," I murmured, my fingers ghosting over the pages. Scattered across the desk were notes, maps, and timestamps, every single detail meticulously recorded. Red circles marked specific locations, but one in particular was heavily underlined. He had found a lead. Behind me, I heard him sigh. When I turned, I caught him running a hand through his dark brown hair, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. "Yes. I finally have a lead," he admitted, his deep voice calmer than before. There was relief there, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. "I plan to check it out tonight." I blinked. Tonight? Something in my chest tightened at the thought of him going alone to haunt those beast. "Then I’m co
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NOAH'S POV "Run, Noah. Run. Don’t look back." The voice in my head was urgent, desperate. I didn’t recognize it, but I obeyed without question. I ran. My legs moved before I could think, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed forward. The forest was endless, the thick trees casting ominous shadows beneath the pale glow of the moon. My lungs burned, my legs ached, my heart pounded like a drum inside my chest, but I didn’t dare stop. Not with the thundering sound of paws chasing behind me. They were hunting me. But why? A sharp gust of wind howled through the trees, carrying with it a deep, guttural growl that sent chills down my spine. My pulse roared in my ears. They were close. Too close. Branches snapped beneath my feet as I dodged between towering trunks, trying to escape. Panic clawed at my chest, threatening to choke me. I didn't know where I was running to, just that I had to get away. Then, silence. The heavy footsteps behind me stopped. I staggered to a halt,
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NOAH'S POV The warehouse stood in eerie silence before us, its rusted exterior blending into the surrounding darkness. The air was thick with tension, just like the when we came that day. Every nerve in my body on high alert. Professor Rex and I had come prepared, tools in hand, ready to force our way inside if necessary. But as professor Rex reached for the door, it swung open without resistance. I froze. It wasn’t locked. But it was before. He turned to me, his amber eyes narrowing. “ something is not right.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. They knew we were coming. He pushed the door open, stepping in first, his movements cautious yet firm. I followed closely, my heart pounding in my chest. The inside was dark, save for the faint glow of the moon filtering through the broken windows. But the moment we stepped inside, dread settled deep in my stomach. The place was empty. Completely abandoned. Like whatever. Or whoever, had been here had vanished just before we arrived.
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ARES’ POV The storm raged outside, matching the fury burning inside him. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with pressure. His mind replayed everything that had happened at the warehouse—the betrayal, the emptiness, the undeniable proof that someone had snitched. And the only people who knew about that place were Noah and Jason. Jason was his Beta, his brother in arms. Jason would never betray him. Which left only one person, Noah. A snarl ripped from Ares’ throat as he sped through the wet streets. How could he have been so blind? The signs were all there—the strange aura around Noah, the unnatural way he had survived the attacks, the coincidences that kept piling up. He had ignored his instincts, pushed aside his suspicions, all because of some unexplainable pull he felt toward that boy. That traitor. His jaw clenched as he turned the car around, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. He wasn’t done yet. If Noah thought he could play him for a foo
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