"You've reached me. Don't leave no message," Nebra's automated voice echoed from Cleopatra's phone.She placed the phone on the table, her gaze shifting to Hercules standing before her.Numerous calls to Nebra over the past three days had yielded no response, and with the winners of the Combat Tournament set to depart for the human city that day, Cleopatra's worry grew.Cleopatra had tried in vain to inform Nebra about Freya's impending arrival. She couldn't reach her, and frustration weighed her down."I've been calling her, but all I get is that automated message," Cleopatra sighed, her exhaustion evident as she slumped into her seat.After the tournament, Cleopatra had Brianna test the werewolf hunters who had participated in the tournament. The results revealed that four of them had traces of anabolic steroids in their systems, enough to enhance their physical abilities. The most concerning part was that the hunter Freya had fought had the highest dose.Hercules had interrogated t
"What are you talking about?" Alarick mused, his eyes frantically glancing around him in search of something. "I know you made a deal with whoever injected that werewolf hunter with anabolic steroids. While it's a pity Alpha Knight killed him before we could get the name of the person who asked him to act how he did, you'll be following behind him if you dare to continue acting dumb." Neon threatened. "I told you I don't know what you're talking about. If anything happens to me, my colleagues at the front can identify you. Believe me when I say you'd be imprisoned by Cleopatra for hurting one of the Council guards!" Alarick scoffed, his confidence returning when he realized the privilege he had. Neon paused briefly, giving him the feeling she took his words to heart and was probably realizing the mess she had gotten herself into. "Hand over the dagger and leave." He huffed and took a step forward, his eyes glistening murderously. Neon stared at him for a moment. He might've sound
Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice."I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright.Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves."I take it you didn't hear me when I said I'm not an enemy," the boy chuckled nervously.Neon's eyes narrowed, her guard still firmly in place. "How did you get that?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.The boy dropped the gun immediately and replied, "I saw it in the archives. The keeper there didn't think there was anything wrong with me taking it.""He also gave you the most potent wolfsbane to practice?" Neon raised a skeptical brow."This?" He looked at the vial of wolfsbane mixed with a
"You're weak." Ryan hissed after Freya fell to the ground for the nth time. She was bleeding all over and her left eye was already swollen. It was the third day of their training before they'd set out to the human city and so far, Ryan had only paired her with the strongest people. "It's a wonder how you made it through the tournament and even emerged as one of the winners." Ryan spat out, his venomous voice doing nothing to hide the disdain he felt. "Do you think you're safe because you'll have stronger people with you at all times? Do you think there are people in the human world who has no idea of our existence? Or do you think the Council will always send people to help you whenever you're in danger because you're the omega who is mated to three alphas?" Ryan questioned in a haunted voice, walking around her in circles. Freya shut her eyes, biting down on her lower lip to quell herself from screaming out in pain. Her insides were hurting terribly and she could feel the pain fr
"Hey! Wake up!" Freya heard, followed by a gentle, but slightly violent shaking. She slowly opened her eyes only to squint it as a massive amount of sunlight rushed into her eyes. "I'm up. I'm up." She responded, shoving Daya's hands away from her and sat up. "Am I late to training?" Daya didn't respond and Freya opened her eyes to see her staring at her speechlessly. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Freya questioned in confusion. "The whole Council has been up since 2am, Freya. It's a wonder how you managed to sleep without getting disturbed by their noise." Daya mumbled, sitting on her bed. "They've been up since 2am? Why? Did something happen?" Freya got up and walked closer to her window. She didn't have sensitive hearing and since she was really beaten up last night, her body went unconscious in a bid to regain its energy. "Few minutes after 2, someone sighted Tiffany Vetto climbing up to the rooftop. According to the person, she didn't think there was anything
In the Council guards quartersThe sound of something shattering and breaking filled the air as Council guards passed by. Some of them would stop and cast worried glance towards the direction it came from, while others hurried out without looking. "Hey, are you sure we shouldn't knock and ask what's going on?" A Council guard in a group of 3 asked, turning to look at the door as well. "Alarick is a weird person. I heard his previous roommates all resigned from being Council guards when they weren't changed into another room. Since then, well, the Council has pretty much left him alone." The second man shook his head. "What could be the reason they're all shunning him?" The first guard asked, turning to look at his friends. "Honestly, no one knows. None of his colleagues said anything about it until they left. And my horror of what habit he might have trumps my curiosity." The third guard responded, getting ready to continue walking. "What if he's really hurting himself in there?"
“Are you sure you're okay?” Daya asked for the nth time, seeing Freya dose off in the middle of their training. Freya rubbed her eyes vigorously and opened it to reveal dark eye bags underneath them. “I'm sure it's not a big deal.” “It's a pity Brianna is too preoccupied to take a look at you.” Daya sighed, then paused, “Actually, I don't think so. I think she'd be more than happy to take a look at you.” For the past three days, more and more people have done one or two things which got them gravely injured. Presently, all thirty rooms assigned to Brianna for keeping patients were all occupied by unconscious people or people who were severely injured. “I don't know about that. Even without me doing anything, they seem to find something wrong with whatever I say and do just to convince themselves I'm worth loathing.” Freya chuckled darkly, glancing around her. In truth, she wasn't bothered about their hatred towards her, but she was still a weakling and didn't want to further agg
Cleopatra heard someone walk into her office and raised her head to see who it was, then lowered her head to her paperworks again. "How was it?" "How was what?" Neon scoffed and took her seat opposite her. "Isolation." "I isolate myself even when I'm free. But the Council prison was way louder than I thought it'd be." "Loud? It's a dungeon. I don't remember signing anything that said they could congregate together or something like that." Cleopatra said, raising her head again. "It's not that kind of noise." Neon shrugged and looked away. "It was more of their sobs and screams after getting lashed by the Council guards. I felt like my ears were going to bleed whenever I heard them." "Hey, you're sounding a whole lot like Nebra. I see her cruelness has rubbed off on you." Cleopatra scoffed, pointing her pen at Neon's nose. "How is saying I don't like the sound of people crying cruel?" "I don't want to argue with you. It reminds me of arguing with Nebra and I usually beat her