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Chapter 33: Fang and Claw
(Connor’s POV)
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“Want to know? After work tomorrow, I’ll come pick you up and take you somewhere.”
with
I teased Olivia with a mysterious smile, enjoying the way her amber eyes lit up
curiosity.
She leaned forward, her honey–brown hair falling in soft waves around her face.
“Where are you taking me?”
I tapped her nose gently. “It’s a surprise.”
The
way
she pouted made my wolf stir possessively inside me. I’d never felt this way
about anyone before–this overwhelming need to protect, to provide, to claim. My
wolf, Adam, recognized her as our mate long before I consciously admitted it to
myself.
Yet as life often goes, plans could never keep pace with sudden changes. The
following day, Olivia spent the entire morning escorting a client to the Northern
Territory Benefits Office for a work injury certification, not returning by car service
until close to noon.
(Olivia’s POV)
“What’s going on up ahead? So many people,” the driver muttered, slowing the car.
“Miss, you’d better get off here. Can’t drive further, but it’s just a short walk.”
I peered anxiously through the windshield. The normally quiet street leading to Moonlaw Legal Services was jam–packed with a chaotic crowd. Police vehicles
flashed their lights, and people were gesturing wildly.
“That’s fine,” I said, quickly paying the fare. “Thank you.”
As I stepped out of the car, an uneasy premonition gripped me. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, sensing danger in the air. I walked briskly toward the
crowd, my heart beating faster with each step.
The commotion centered around my workplace. People were pointing at the building,
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some covering their mouths in horror.
“What happened?” I asked a woman standing nearby.
She shook her head, eyes wide. “Something terrible inside the law firm. Police just
arrived.”
My heart tightened as I pushed forward through the crowd. Whatever was happening,
my colleagues were in there.
Suddenly, shrill screams erupted from the entrance. The onlookers scattered like frightened prey, plunging the street into chaos. A terrified woman in a business suit
collided with me, her face pale with fear.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, trying to flee again.
I grabbed her arm. “What happened up there?”
The woman’s voice trembled. “Don’t go! A rogue wolf’s gone crazy in the law firm,
attacking people with a silver dagger! You better run!”
She bolted away, leaving me rooted to the spot. A silver dagger–the most dangerous
weapon against our kind. Silver prevented our healing abilities, making wounds
potentially fatal.
Instead of running away, I sprinted straight toward the law firm. My colleagues were
in danger. My wolf pushed me forward, urging me to protect my packmates.
As I reached the entrance, a cacophony of ferocious male growls, women’s sobs, and
shrieks filled my ears. The sight before me struck like a nightmare.
Blood pooled beneath Gregory Thompson–my office colleague–who lay writhing
with a bleeding wound at his waist. The silver was preventing his werewolf healing
from activating. His face was contorted in agony, his normally kind eyes now glazed
with pain.
Not far away, a frenzied man brandished a silver dagger wildly. His eyes were bloodshot with a faint amber glow–a clear sign of an omega wolf in human form. His clothes were disheveled, his face twisted in rage.
“f**k all you damned pack lawyers!” he roared, spittle flying from his mouth. “Since
you want to ruin me, I’ll take you all to hell with me!”
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His voice cracked with despair and rage. “I got nothing left to lose. A couple more
dead wolves mean nothing!”
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Like a rabid beast, he lunged at a woman in heels–Valerie Pierce from the corporate law department. She screamed hysterically, backing away.
“Help! Please, I didn’t handle your case! Don’t kill me!”
The rogue wolf–Derek Harlow, according to the name tag still clipped to his jacket-
no longer seemed to care who had wronged him. He had already stabbed Gregory,
who had likely been the lawyer on his case. Now he was consumed by blind
bloodlust, attacking anyone in sight.
Valerie, desperate, tried to hide among her colleagues, hoping to divert the madman’s
attention. No one dared intervene after witnessing Gregory’s collapse; the entire
office was paralyzed by terror, their wolves cowering within rather than rising to fight against the silver weapon.
Seeing Derek closing in on Valerie, my instincts kicked in. I kicked off my high heels,
flung aside my black blazer, and shot forward with supernatural speed, my wolf
Mending me strength.
Just as Derek prepared to stab, Valerie grabbed the trembling intern Jade Mitchell from beside her, shoving her forward as a human shield. Jade’s face was deathly pale, tears streaming down in terror. She squeezed her eyes shut, convinced this was
the end, her submissive beta nature freezing her in place.
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