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Draft 2.2: Werewolf

Prologue: Roman

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Roman

The war was clearing up. All I needed to do was claim his head.

One look at that Alpha's face and I hated him through and through. My body shivered in glee at the thought of ripping that bastard apart piece by piece, toe to toe, muscle to muscle.

My wolf was out of control and I do not know why. What's gotten into him? Why was this urge so deep and bloody when I was sure to have never faced this foe before.

When my canines sank into his neck I realized it too late.

A comfortable yet faint scent of intoxicating Iris flowers drilled through my senses startling me and my wolf.

F*cking son of a b*tch.

I pulled harshly onto the corpse's head and ripped it off with the strength of my jaw. I wasn't satiated and ripped off every single piece just like how imagined it. The scene turned quiet but I didn't give a damn sh*t and focused on the mutilated corpse underneath me, business unfinished.

I ripped and ripped and ripped, stripping the wolf's hide leaving only muscled meat and bone parts.

This bastard died to easily.

This F*cker even left this world with a shitty grin on his face.

I was mad, raging mad to a point that I desire to burn every single adult wolf who's scent didn't belong to my pack.

But my mate was here.

He is my priority.

I desperately looked every nook and cranny to seek for Iris. The flower I enjoyed so dearly.

But I couldn't find a trace.

Unwilling to give up, my rationality finally sinks and reminded me of one place that I haven't checked yet.

The Alpha's house was desolated. A sorry sight for an Alpha's home. A pack house was nothing to this pack and each had their own private property which made me growl in disdain as I think of it.

A pack was to work together. One that doesn't was no better than rogues, nothing but a slave to instincts.

Out of the empty halls, what caught my eye was the trace of color and the scent of iris accompanied by a tinge of mint.

The colorful basement room made me frown as it was clearly a place made out of love for a child. My mate conceived and fact was, it wasn't mine.

I felt bitter in the inside and my wolf was pacing in anger. I shifted into my human self to observe further and noticed how every single thing in the room was worn out. It made clear that my mate wasn't treated fairly and this realization injected fear into my whole body.

I rushed upstairs and stopped before a door where my mate's scent was the strongest.

This door. I shouldn't have opened it or I would have never, not once in my entire life understood the feeling of being TORN. Miserable, drowning in guilt and pity.

One look was enough and I slammed the door shut and bolted.

Why did I came here to late?

Why did I take my sweet time and not kill them off a long time ago and rather listened to my cowardly father to stand down to wait for the right opportunity he'd been aiming for?!