Novel & Cerita Black Wesker

It was a breakthrough. I arranged for Sasha to be brought back to my residence, to the private hospital unit I had constructed within my home. Due to our unique nature; I had both human and werewolf staff. This ensured privacy and security, essential for situations when either myself or a member of my pack faced unforeseen circumstances. Dr. Grant was the primary overseer of all medical affairs, supported by a team of capable doctors. Among them, only one was a werewolf, and that was acceptable as long as they understood the importance of discretion and delivering excellent care.

It is surrounded by tall trees with a thick shrub a few feet from the front door. A tall, large male that can only be Zach is waiting on the porch with both hands on his pocket. His posture is as majestic and relaxed as ever. The door opens and another werewolf appears. The Beta slows and stops the car beside the shrub. I squint to look at the other and realized that I've seen his face on TV and the internet many times. He's a top medical researcher in Stone Pharmaceuticals. "We're here," Justin sighs. I get out of the car as Zach starts to climb down from the porch with the other male beside him.

“Oh come on, Layla, give yourself more credit than that, you can handle it. I have an ongoing family crisis.” “What kind of crisis?’ After working for me for three years, she knows she won’t get an answer, but she always asks. “You know better than to ask. Did you relay everything important to Mister Willis?” Over the years, I’ve put failsafes in place in case werewolf business took me away from the company. Drake Willis is our failsafe. He’s a city wolf, a packless rogue under my protection. He’s commanding, intelligent, devious, loyal, and a damn good M.D. I never have to explain anything to him, nor does he ever demand answers from me.

He instructed Izak to leave, and added, “I’ll call for Eskal when we’re finished.” I blinked back tears as the meaning of his words settled over me. Izak was a werewolf, and while he could understand a vampire’s need for blood it would still make him uncomfortable to witness the aftermath. I steeled my resolve, the only goal was to maintain the alliance and keep Darrien safe, everything else was inconsequential.

The protectors and hunters looked at the leader waiting for his command on what to do next. "Put down your weapon," he ordered them. They obeyed. Bazaar left me from the stage and approached Turner. "Tell me how you're still alive, my men saw you were dead and buried you?" asked Bazaar curiously as his eyes steadily observed his entire body. "It was not my time, I guess," retorted Turner. "The god above gave me a second chance to help get rid of the werewolves once and for all!" Turner shouted eager to kill all the deadly beasts.

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

"Nowhere. There is no cure for it." Amelia was shocked. She didn't believe it, and pushed the scalpel into the doctor's neck again, questioning in a low voice. "Wasn't it made by you? Don't try to lie to me. If you want to live, be honest!" The doctor's hands trembled even more. "This wolfsbane is the improved version of the normal wolfsbane. Not only improved by once but many times. It was called X-WES, which was created by the genius doctor Scott." So, it has nothing to do with him.

I felt sorry for him. Just then, the classroom door opened with a creak. Sarek walked in. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit. Instead, he had on a black turtleneck, his hair soft and unstyled, hanging over his forehead. He looked shattered and exhausted, like a stray wolf abandoned on a rainy night. Ignoring the noise in the room, he quietly turned on the projector. His voice was hoarse. “Turn to page forty-two,” he said. “Today we’ll cover… the collapse of a werewolf pack.”

I stood in the corner as Alpha Hunter held one of his men against the wall by the throat, his canines inches from the man's neck. “Im... ss... sorry Alpha. She was here but she was feeling unwell and didn't seem to be healing properly from the last time you were with her, so we had a doctor come in to look at her. When we returned they were both gone.” He tried to plead with his Alpha who looked like he was ready to end this man's life. “We have no doctor you fucking idiot. Who was it that claimed to be helping her?” Hunter growled back at him. “The wanderer, Alpha sir. He claimed he knew how to help her heal faster and asked for time alone to tend to her. I was only got for a few minutes, I