Novel & Cerita Bloodhound Without Mask

The man with a mask over his face. *

My heart beat in excitement as I made my way to the VIP section. The guards let me in after seeing my lanyard and my camera. I put the cups on the table and put my camera on the seats a few rows behind him. When I approached him, my chest was boiling in anger. I need to teach him a lesson. When I approached him, he didn't even look at me. He and his minion's eyes were locked onto the White Claws team. I threw both coke-filled cups straight at his face without any warning. "Fuck you, asshole."

The black fabric blended seamlessly with his dark fur, rendering him nearly invisible in the shadows. Tara was nearby, similarly clad in a sleek black outfit. Her movements were quick and precise as she strapped on her gear. She pulled the hood over her head, tucking in her hair to ensure nothing would catch or snag. Like Claud, her outfit covered her completely, with only her sharp, keen eyes visible. She tested the fit of her gloves, flexing her fingers and making minor adjustments to her mask.

“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.