Chapter One Hundred And Four : The Night The Deities Were Asleep.

Asher winced, the room was a mess.The whole place was a mess and Daniel has to cover this expenses. Aside from his bookshelf, no other furniture was spared in the room.

But his body wasn't spared either : he could feel a lot of wood splinters stuck deeply in his skin.

Non of it mattered anyway , his body will naturally expel the splinters from his skin during its regeneration, moreover he was an undead creature so he was not at risk for an infection or inflammation. He had simply suffered his body a while for the greater good.

"Who are you? " Daniel asked this time , eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Werewolves have a great and advanced sense of smell to the extent they could pick up diverse chemical substance called pheromones released by humans and quite other creatures except vampires.

But right now his instincts were telling him this woman is dangerous.