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And perhaps, if you see how necessary Omegas are, then perhaps, you will decide to help the cause. He doesn't say that part but I can hear it lingering in the air like poison. It's bitter to taste but I don't find myself hating it. Daxon growls slightly in pleasure at the fact that I am thinking of it. Why? Because it is true. I need a release somehow and I know how it would end if I keep fighting what I really am. A Predator who needs to hunt down prey to survive. I have fought these instincts after the event that happened many years ago but perhaps… Perhaps, it is time I stop beating myself for something that I could not control.

"What? You're not going to say a thing? Besides, I hope my credit card will be unfreeze!" "Sure! After I have seen the medical report." Graham smirked, secretly watching his body language to ascertain the authenticity of his news. "Fine! You need it now?" "Not anymore." He relaxed. Indeed Patricia was pregnant. Pulling out his phone, Graham opened a site, punched in some words. Successful, he leaned back with a grin. "Done!" "Huh?" Daniel flicked his gaze, arching a brow in utmost perplexity. Something about the carefree smile aroused his suspicion.

So is his premonition, it is always valid. I lay on my back, embracing the silence once again. A chipping sound follows, motioning my eyes to admire the clear vision of the sky. The bird flies in a circular manner. It feathers and quail in blue and orange colours respectively. The bird body is covered in rainbow colours. How admirable? I raise my head instantly, my wolf smells her close by. It draws stronger than the last. I rise to my feet. She isn't my mate but her scent arouses my wolf and I in a weird way. Her body fragance makes me feel calm. It nudges me to do good and unpleasant things to myself.

I smiled, slow, dangerous, and satisfied. "Good," I replied. "We have work to do." “I'm at your service my Alpha.” He responded. “The Ash Hollow's pack is getting bigger in all areas, and if care is not taken, they would attack us and take control of us, which would never happen as long as I live. I want that pack to be taken unawares and attacked. Not just being attacked but to take their loot. Their hunters are doing better than ours, and they have more food than we do. So prepare the other warriors for war because we must take down that pack. Is that understood?

Tears forming on its threshold but the Beta just holds on to it. Clenching Razel’s jaw tightly, so tight that it made a tear escape from his eye, Alain spoke. “We let the prey bow down to the predator, and only then we gained their trust, only then we made them comfortable that we will not attack…only then we will attack.”

“Hunter told me you weren’t feeling well this morning. Are you alright?” I shot Hunter a glare. He kept his expression neutral but didn’t look away. “I’m fine,” I answered. “Well, that’s good to hear.” My mother smiled. “The Alpha and I were discussing something exciting. The boys will be shifting soon. They’ll be fully recognized as wolves of this pack. Isn’t that wonderful?” I forced a smile. “Yeah. Wonderful.” I didn’t care. I wasn’t a wolf like them. I didn’t belong in this world.

"The toxin will work within 24 hours, with no antidote. Want the delay agent? Then, get on your knees and start begging me!" Spettro lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. "Where's the antidote?" "There's no antidote, only the delay agent. It's in my apartment," the technician said, wheezing. "But you won't make it in time." I calmly raised my hand and studied the red dot. "What toxin?" "A new type of neurotoxin. It starts from blurry vision, then loss of muscle control, and finally, respiratory failure." The technician coughed up blood but continued, "You won't live to see tomorrow's moon. The Donna's era is over."

"Why did you stare at me?" I gulped in fear. It seems like I miscalculated. The predator is always more observant than the prey.

It had a strong floral scent, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly. On the table, there were plenty of meat dishes. Did they really think they could lure me through those? What did they see me as? A kid? A glutton? If that was the case, then they were gravely mistaken. I muttered in disgust as I grabbed the plate which had roasted beef in it. The day the wolves became immune to aconites, we’ve also became immune to different types of poison. Also, surprisingly, the dishes were clear of any poison since we could smell it easily if they were to put something in the food.

The crackling leaves and clicking of twigs hinted at the prey's desperate attempt to escape. My wolf positioned itself and got ready for a race with the prey. Its shiny eyes like sparks in the dark, locked on the prey, and its pupils tightened as it focused on the prize. Its muscles curled and got ready to spring into action, its paws crept silently, positioned to strike. The prey, a rabbit, quickly ran to the left but my wolf was persistent, in a flash it countered the rabbit's move, and its jaw widely opened unveiling its razor-sharp teeth. Its warm breath poured over the rabbit and its eyes opened wide with terror.