Novel & Cerita Bloodhound Without Mask

The digital destination boards were dark. Not empty, though. In the shadows, another scent moved. Sharp. Predatory. Not wolf. Hound. A lean shape padded out from behind a pillar—sleek, black‑furred, eyes gleaming red under the emergency lights. A Tribunal tracking hound—bio‑engineered, nose keyed to Lunaris and other “anomalous” signatures. It snarled softly, hackles rising as it scented them. Its handler, somewhere in the dark, hissed, “Steady—” but the leash was loose enough to let it lunge if it chose.

TARA I had never run into a Stonewolf before, but from what I’d heard, they only needed to swipe you with either their claws or fangs to get the tiniest bit of their DNA streaming in your blood, and that was it. The figure in the storm must have noticed me from afar, and when I’d gotten close enough to identify his face, I realized that he was wearing a mask over his head. That was the first flag, but that wasn’t what made me freeze.

Blood spattered the ground, hot and bitter. Daisy moved like shadow and lightning combined. Her wolf form—snow-white with streaks of silver—was unmistakable, a spectral figure of legend. She wove through the fray, each movement precise, merciless. With a single swipe, she brought down a wolf twice her size, her jaws locking on its throat until it stilled. Her mask remained, fused into her fur like a haunting crown, reminding all who faced her that she was the Masked Alpha.

Sara echoed, enthusiastic as ever. “A lycan?” “Possibly. But that’s all we heard.” “What is his name?” “Bloodhound. That is what he goes by. No one knows his real name. But we have seen what he leaves in his wake — a wreckage. He burns every village…” “Enough,” Courtney cut her off, raising a finger. “Your input is well noted and appreciated. Perhaps you’d be an asset to the Shadow Pack in the future. Perhaps.” Then she stole a glance at me before walking away. “See me in my office, Zoe.” —

“I know. I’m just saying. Whatever it’s doing out there is not your problem right now. Your only job is to stay quiet.” Maya looked at her for a moment. Then she closed her eyes again. North side, moving toward the pack house. Marcus read the update and didn’t pass it to Elena. She had enough to manage. He moved to the window instead and watched the shadow of the Blood-Hound cross the grass, slow and methodical. It was a big animal—bigger than a standard enforcer build, broader through the chest, bred for one thing and one thing only. It didn’t look aggressive. That was almost worse. It just looked certain.

I commanded, standing on my feet. My she-wolves savants stepped outside, and immediately Mogan sprang into action. He rummaged through my wardrobe and retrieved my favorite long black robe with a large wolf head imprint on the right side. He also brought out a new, shiny gold mask and my animal skin-made shoes. Within minutes, I was dressed and looking incredibly handsome. The mask covered the left side of my face, which was burnt, while leaving my flawless right side exposed. The mask had been my confidence; without it, I was vulnerable.

May voiced out, her real intentions revealed and she smiled victoriously while keeping an innocent face so her father won't find anything off. “That's a right decision, I'm gonna speak with him," he supported as he head down the hall, going towards Lucien Who doesn't know Lucien, a handicapped masked mysterious man, his ABO identity is unknown as well as his face, one couldn't guess how many years he is neither do people know anything about him, “Lucien Von Nightshade. “Just like that you are sold off, I pray you find happiness in your new home so as your mad mother," May provoked, her expression and attitude nasty and arrogant.

I whispered, my fingers grabbing the edge of the blanket. He stepped closer. “Not even your name?” I shook my head slowly, a lump forming in my throat. “No.” He now stood beside the bed, his brow furrowing as he looked closer at me. I felt exposed under his gaze as thoughI was being peeled back layer by layer. His eyes narrowed. “You don’t have a scent.” “What?” I asked curiously. “All wolves have one. Even when masked or hidden, something always lingers. But you…” He leaned in, inhaled softly. “Nothing.”

Hazel’s body jerked hard once, and then she went limp in his embrace. I didn’t think that she even noticed my presence because the fear in her eyes still lingered before they rolled back. “Hazel.” I roared aloud, shaking the whole area with my fury. The man had worn a large hoodie with a cap and had a mask on his face. He had masked his scent, but I could tell that he was a rogue. Not an ordinary rogue, but a trained assassin. “How dare you enter my pack?” I roared aloud while storming towards him.

Power surged, eager and restrained only by will. I backed away from the window. “I don’t want this.” You survived without wanting it, my wolf replied. You’ll survive with it. A scream echoed down the corridor distant but sharp. Then another. My head snapped up. My wolf surged forward, alert and hungry. I smelled blood fresh, coppery, wrong. The door burst open. Mara stumbled inside, a gash across her arm, blood soaking her sleeve. “Stay back,” she barked then froze when she saw my face.