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The panic I felt less than a minute ago, surges back, pumping harder in my veins. "Wh- who are you? What do you want from me?" I gasp breathlessly as I struggle to free myself from the grip of the men who are clutching my arms. "I don't think an introduction should be done by a lone river," he chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Are you kidnapping me?" "Think of it more as.. uh.. some kind of detention. Someone who was able to take my wolf away has to be looked into." He turns on his heels, "Bring her back to the base."

Collapsing finally from the pain, I rested a minute before heading back. The area where the sniper was had a singular bullet left, one .308 caliber made entirely of silver. The area on my face still burned as the blood slowly started to crust. The smell in the area had been peculiar too, an indication of a scent blocker. I had been right too when I found the empty syringe, some blood dried on the end. I had deeply inhaled then, catching the feinted wife of the wolf; spiced cherry sours with a hint of mint, an extremely unique scent for a wolf.

Uncontrolled Fury. I scroll down with my thumb. Underneath the bold text is a video clip, heavily edited and sliced into five-second loops. It shows me snapping the one-eyed wolf’s arms back until the bone cracks. It shows me forcing the blue, drugged drink down his throat. It shows him thrashing on the dirty floor, his trousers soaked in his own blood as he grovels. The context is completely gone. There is no mention of the spiked glass. There is no mention of him targeting Eliora. To anyone watching, I am just a violent lunatic who snapped in a crowded venue.

Runes glowing along his spine. I growled, warning him, and the air rippled around me. Leaping and running on all fours, I rushed over to him, but he was quick to attack. He threw a dagger, laced with wolfsbane, but I saw that coming. Spinning around, I dodged, then launched into combat. My claws stretched, preparing to attack. The sniper shifted partially, eyes glowing, claws sharpened. His wolf was in the form of a snake, the colors and the skin. He was precise, known to be a dangerous wolf laced with venom. Fighting claw to claw, our claws colliding like steel, Sparks flew everywhere.

I saw a shadow in every single window. "Snipers," I said and Max nodded. "Let me take care of them," he said before he disappeared. It made sense. Vampires had a very faint smell while we had strong ones. And it was easy to spot a wolf who wasn't from your own pack. "He was never going to fight, was he?" Symon rasped when he realized that Emmanuel had arranged those snipers to be there, to kill at his command. "No." It did not look like he had any intentions to fight at all.

River was already moving, his wolf half-emerged, scanning the darkness with eyes that burned gold. "Sniper!" someone shouted. "North ridge!" The courtyard erupted into chaos. Bikes roared to life. Enforcers scattered for cover. Alpha Rain's voice cut through the noise like a blade, barking orders to his own men. But all I could feel was the pain—white-hot and vicious, radiating from my shoulder down through my chest. My vision blurred. My wolf snarled inside me, furious and wounded. And then the rage hit. Not the kind that makes you stupid. The kind that makes you lethal.

The man lacked a spine "I am just his humanoid shadow, and I am going to kill you for doing that…” awareness washed over me as his attention shifted to where I was chained. “Let’s see if you have what it takes.” And then chaos. From the corner of my eye, I watched a brown wolf with red eyes slithering through the door and beeline passed Khalil like a shadow, then jumped into the air before landing on Raynor. The movement was so swift that the only thing I saw was a brown silhouette. The two came tumbling down onto the floor before the wolf snarled and growled. Teeth and claws and heavyweight. Raynoh hissed like a snake before flexing his claws and aiming for the wolf's neck. I froze.

I wasn't squeamish about it as I had thought I would be. They were eight, and we had successfully put down three. There were five more to go. The three of us came together with our backs against each other so our guns can be pointed on all directions. The rogues were smart. They hid and growled in the dark. After waiting for almost a minute without an attack, I decided to fight them as if they were vampires, using all my senses. I closed my eyes and listened. Something happened to me. I could suddenly hear the faintest sound. I moved away from my colleagues and shot blindly towards the direction of the sound of the rapid wolf heartbeat that I was hearing. I got all four except one.

"Ayna! You must have been set up! Hurry up and look at the werewolf forum online! Everyone's talking about it now!" I hurriedly went online to the forum. At the very top of the homepage, highlighted in a bright red box, was a partially censored explicit video. The she-wolf in the video had a face that looked almost identical to mine, and she was naked all over while kneeling before the camera, wagging her tail, and pretending to look pitifully at the camera while repeatedly moaning Carlson's name.

Leaping high mid air at the exact critical moment, I kicked the two incoming wolves with a horizontal leg split with my heels digging straight in their necks and the two choking wolves fell to their death while I body rolled to land on my twos effortlessly. This seemed to madden the Rogue leader the most, among the remaining three wolves as he dashed straight towards me like an arrow while the other two wolves held their ground behind me. “Throw the leader over the minions and let them fall down the waterfall. They will surely crash into the knife sharp rocks down there,” Snow guided and that is exactly what I did as I slid beneath the huge wolf’s body and grabbed his hind legs before swirli