I saw my dagger in Charles's hand. Maybe he would question why I showed up in werewolf territory with suspicious weapons.
While he was still stunned by something, I lunged at him with the agility of a cat and successfully snatched the dagger from his hand.
Not stopping there, I tactfully aimed at the fatal position right at Charles's heart and forcefully stabbed him, but he swerved to the side, making the knife point deflect from the heart and pierce the left shoulder.
A powerful kick to the stomach sent me flying. The dagger fell out of my hand. My back hit the wall, and my heavy body fell to the cold floor. I was in so much pain that I groaned. I could feel every joint in my body ripping apart, the wound tearing, and blood soaking a patch of my back.
Before I could regain my composure, cold hands gripped my neck and lifted me. I glared at Charles' dark face. Maybe I really pissed him off, and he was trying to strangle me to release his anger.
My hands grip Charles's arm. I struggled and wanted to get rid of it, but my strength was exhausted. I was so suffocated that I had no breath to scream, my head was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and my vision blurred. Before I lost consciousness, Charles released his hand.
My body was lying on the floor, my ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear anything. My mouth was open, instinctively trying to breathe as much air as possible. I didn't notice that Charles had left. By the time I looked around, he was nowhere to be seen; the dagger was also gone.
I wonder why he didn't kill me? Should I feel lucky that I escaped death?
But I couldn't smile because a stranger entered my cell just moments later. In his hand, he held a whip.
I didn't even have time to move when the man whipped my body. I screamed in pain.
Followed by the second whip, the third whip, and the fourth whip. Then, he stopped for a moment and coldly asked me a few questions to get information.
I bit my lip to endure the bone-chilling pain. Sharp and determined eyes stared at him, defiantly saying, "kill me if you're good. I won't let you get any information."
His face turned black. I know he is furious.
"Fucking slut! I won't kill you as easily as you'd like. I'll torment you until you say something useful." He raised his whip again and whipped me hard.
This time, I didn't scream. I endured the pain and didn't let myself cry. I knew that damn werewolf would enjoy it even more when I groaned in pain. So I don't want him to be pleased.
If I had enough strength now, I would kill him immediately.
I don't know how much time passed, the man beat me and questioned me many times, but I didn't say a word. It seemed he was slowly losing his patience, so he hit me more cruelly.
"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't say something useful, I'll kill you!" He squatted next to me and grabbed my hair.
My scalp was numb, but I still glared at him. Instead of answering, I spat on his face and laughed mockingly to show my unafraid of death.
Suddenly, he hit my head hard on the floor. I could feel the warm liquid running down my forehead to my eyes and cheeks. I slowly fell into the cold darkness.
...
I woke up vaguely; the pain running down my spine awakened me. The image in front of my eyes is an ash-gray ceiling.
"Are you awake? Let me check for you." A gentle voice resounded.
I looked in the direction of the sound. A blonde girl in her twenties was holding a tray of medical supplies. She walked towards me.
I instinctively sat up with vigilance. A sharp pain all over my body made me hiss.
"Don't move. You're seriously injured. The wound could tear." The girl panicked when she saw my action. She quickly ran over and looked at my wound.
The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt.
White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? So they found my tattoo?
Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist.
While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise.
"Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.
My spirit is relaxed a bit, but I am still vigilant. I pretended to be confused and asked, "Who are you? Where is this? Why am I here?"
The blonde girl froze for a moment. Then she asked me in a doubtful voice, "don't you remember anything?"
I shook my head and opened my eyes to look at her; I must look very innocent right now, I thought.
"Hmm, maybe you've lost your memory because of a head injury." The blonde girl pondered and concluded.
I was silent and said nothing. I don't want the werewolves to continue to extract information from me, so the best way is to pretend I have amnesia. This means that the werewolves will see me as useless and want to kill me. I must find a way to get out of here before they do.
"My name is Serena. I'm a doctor here. Do you still remember your name?" Serena said as she treated my back injury.
I endured the pain, saying in a hoarse voice, "I don't remember anything!"
I heard Serena sigh behind me. Maybe she believed that I really didn't remember anything, so she said briefly about my situation here, "you are human. You entered werewolf territory, so you should be arrested. During the interrogation, you injured Sir Charles, so you are tortured."
Serena shivered a little at the mention of Charles' name. It seemed that she feared that person from the bottom of her soul. Her voice softened, and she advised me, "You'd better not anger Sir Charles. He'll kill you."
Serena said many things. She truly believes that I am entirely amnesiac. Her innocence and kindness made me feel so guilty that I had cheated on her. Through Serena, I also learned some helpful information. The place I'm in is the logging area of the Black Moon pack. This place is close to the border of the human race. Why is Charles here? An essential character like him should be in the pack's center. I also know Serena's identity. She is a hybrid between a human and a werewolf. I'm not surprised by this news because humans and werewolves do not accept people like Serena. They could only live in the border areas and work as enslaved people. Serena being a doctor is already a good job. "Usually, prisoners like you are tortured to death. You even injured Sir Charles, but you were brought here for treatment. You should feel lucky for that." Serena spoke as if this was a miracle. I smirked mockingly. She was behind me so that she couldn't see this smile. Should I feel lucky that I wa
The time in the document was two years ago, which means that Aliyah is eighteen years old now. There are no new documents about the Angel organization, so I don't know any more helpful information about Aliyah.Ryan howled in glee. Everything about Aliyah excites him. He wants to go out and find her to show intimacy and love. I try to stop it.I got up and left the room. I want to find Aliyah. Not because Ryan wanted to see her but because I wanted to confirm if she really had amnesia. If she dares to lie to me, I can rip her mouth out as punishment.Even though she's my mate, I won't give her special treatment since she's a hunter. I don't need a mate, so she's nothing to me.'If you dare harm her, I will tear you apart!' Ryan growls, warning me. He knows what I'm thinking.Before going to Aliyah's hospital room, I met a figure lurking in the hallway.'MATE!' Ryan screamed and howled. I suppressed my feelings of being dominated by Ryan and hid in a corner to observe her.Her expressi
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The sun shines brightly on my white skin. The scorching heat of the sun made me sweat profusely. I felt highly uncomfortable looking at my palm covered with grass and dirty dirt. My hands that, once held weapons and were stained with the blood of damned wolves, were now in such a bad state that they had to be weeded. It's ironic!I was complaining while working, so I couldn't pull much weed. Until sunset, I could only uproot one corner of the yard. It's less than a tenth the size of this vast courtyard.Looking at the forest's edge beside me, my heart fluttered, intending to escape. I looked up at the window where Charles stood looking at me in the morning; he was no longer there. Around the empty land, there was no one in sight, only the sound of the wind rustling and the birds chirping in the forest.The image of being tortured with a whip popped into my head again. If they knew I didn't lose my memory, they would torture me again to get information from me. Although being beaten wi
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I glanced at Dante, who was standing solemnly beside me. He was the commander at this base while I was away. Dante saw me frown and understood what I was thinking. He sternly ordered the guard outside the room to "take this slave to Ashe to handle!""No, no... please, don't make me... I don't want to go... please... no... don't come near me... Nooooo..."The maid was gagged and dragged out of the room."What about this soldier?" Dante asked my opinion again."It's up to you to handle it!" I replied coldly. I want to avoid getting involved in small things like punishing my subordinates. Dante said yes and ordered the soldier to leave the room.At this point, only Dante and I were left in the room. I asked, "Isn't there a camera in the hallway?""It was installed in the past, but most of the base's technological equipment was damaged during the last riot. I sent a request to the center pack for assistance repairing and installing new equipment, but The money sent here is only half the r
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