Chapter Two

Tega's POV

Today's gonna be a great day for these fuckers to die.

I crave to see their blood streaming down my palms.

And the cries of their pain was going to be very soothing to my ears

They always strategize different ways to attack us.

For the past 50 years, the Night park and the Rim Park have been at war.

20 years ago they came and wiped half of the park, each family had one to three losses. They used a very pathetic old haggard woman as a facade to distract us, making us very vulnerable to attack.

That day I lost the only thing that mattered to me.

The only reason for my existence.

My muse

My Mate.

I watched her die in cold blood, in the hands of these Night park warriors.

Ever since then, I haven't failed to eliminate the slightest trace of these Night park warriors, whichever way they device, I'll tear them from limb to limb.

That was just the perfect way to get revenge for my late mate.

Lunging forward towards the moving car, I went head front pouncing on the window of the driver, breaking the window and driving my claws into the flesh into the face of the one behind the wheel, I'm sure with the force, my claw penetrated his skull and damage it; while the other two, went for the other person behind the driver. We tried to pull the vehicle to a stop and have a chit chat with the individuals—-or perhaps, a bloody feast.

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I was so pleased with the cries of these people, it urged me to go as well as lifting the car from the side, making it turn over with a strong force.

I looked through the window and saw a reflection of…

Wait, Rosey?

But—how?

None of this makes sense. I watched her die.

And now.

I'm staring right back at her very familiar figure through the broken car window, blood spilling from the side of her head.

Was I dreaming?

Maybe I had a lot of thoughts about her that made this female figure look just like her.

I commanded the warriors to halt through our mind links. I could see the anger and range in their eyes, they looked so feral, I thought of how worse my face would've been if I'd looked at my face right now.

My face right now is a total display of hurt, anger, pain and most of it all, surprise.

I had to put an end to their blood fest because of the very familiar face mask with blood, her body lying numbly on the turned over vehicle.

Oh shit.

I had almost forgotten I angrily turned the vehicle over, at any moment from now it was gonna blow off.

Fuck fucking fuck!

I quickly rolled the already damaged car over, retrieving the almost dead girl, my warriors helped discarding the dead driver.

I was starting to believe this wasn't part of Night park's plan. Maybe they are just strangers.

What could they be doing here and how did they find out about this place?

I looked at the woman lying still in the arms, her small body hugged my large frame like her life depended on it. She looked so small and fragile.

She looked just like Rosey.

Humans.

If she was a human, that means that the dead cab guy was too. I looked past my shoulder as my warriors discarded the body. I felt great pity for him.

But who could have thought, it's not like I cared tho—-I mean, who could have?

These Night parks are turning us into a raving beast.

"But that's what you are already."

My wolf said.

"Shut the fuck up, you." I blew raspberries that got my wolf rolling his eyes at me.

This couldn't be, Rosey was my mated wolf. She had been a werewolf from the first day I laid my eyes on her. I visited a friend of mine in one of the parks in the northern tribe years ago, and that was where I met this same person who is still in my arms.

Could it be that she had a mundane twin?

I'll get the goddamn information from this princess once she gets conscious. She looked like she had lost so much blood.

I shifted my arms slightly so I could get one of my arms free to feel her pulse. Thanks be to the moon goddess, she has died yet, it would be a thing I wouldn't forgive myself of.

I gently laid her on the ground, she looked so alluring even as she laid still with her blood clothed face.

I think I could save her face with my Alpha power, only that I'd have to turn her.

I'm sure when she wakes from her beauty sleep, she'll thank me for saving her life and probably get mated with me again.

I never dreamt of this day to come, where I'll get to see the beautiful face of my mate again, or perhaps, her twin.

What fucking ever..

So I went on with the needful.

I took this strange-familiar woman to the park house that rainy night, after saving her life.

The bite was going to make her stronger and faster, just like me.

I might as well grow on her when she recovers, I mean… every woman in the park wants to get a piece of me so hers won't be any less different.

"Keep swimming in your delusions, Mr Casanova."

My wolf never ceased to make a joke of me, he had a very loud mouth and almost knew me more than I knew myself. Him speaking to me in my head was the only thing I can't control, I'm in full control of my whole body and that of my wolf but controlling my wolf thoughts, I couldn't.

I watched her body move consciously. After lying still for the past week, she fidgeted a little and she tried to adjust herself on the strapped on bed she laid on.

She looked around the walls of the room like a cute detective, picking up evidence from a murder scene.

Her gaze finally rested on me.

"Where am I?"