The need for freedom.

What was the essence of life if there was no fun at all?

Ethan noted dryly to himself even as he let out a frustrated groan.

He couldn't take it anymore. It was more like he was going crazy, and he felt that the thought might become a reality if he wasn't let out of the damn cage that the Hunters has forced him and the other werewolves into.

How was he who enjoyed having fun, especially in the dead of the night, expected to just sit still while waiting for some idiots in the name of Hunters to get over their rages?

Taking a long puff from the half smoked cigarette trapped between his two fingers, he let out a sigh.

If only he knew that his days would turn out to be as boring as it currently was, he might not have killed his mate. By now, her usefulness to him would have been in the way he would have fun breaking her spirit. The kind of fun he would have had with her.

But she had decided to be stupid and aimed for his life. Mate or not, he wasn't about to let someone like that go sc