Chapter 10. Present from the Omega

“Silver werewolves are not real, Alpha. They only exist in folklore and legends,” I said as I strived to kick him in the ribs, but he was too fast for me, and he avoided the attack. I stamped my foot on the ground and cursed a bit under my breath in frustration.

“How can you tell?” Alpha Ace questioned me with a smirk on his face. We had been doing the training since we woke up this morning.

“I just know it,” I stated without enunciating further explanation.

“But what makes you say that?” his question made me pause from moving. I don’t know why he kept asking these questions when I explicated everything to him for at least three minutes. It was starting to annoy me quite a lot.

“What made me know that silver werewolves aren’t real?” I reiterated with a severe glare and stepped toward him. “It’s because that was just some sort of fantasy, the absence which has caused a huge misconception about their existence. If they were real, robust creatures would try to find them instead of makin