~The Poison~

ODETTE

Wolves, like people, excel at specific abilities. Some are fast runners, some are super strong, and others have superior senses. It’s like possessing all the skills but naturally being better at one than the others.

It’s unclear why, as there’s never been a certain reason for it—there's never been a certain reason for many things in the territories—but I think that’s what makes each of us special.

Liev’s strength lied in charms. I thought my grandmother was the best charmer, as she’d spent her whole life practicing it, but Liev was a freaking master. He’d surpassed what I thought was the top rank.

I’d never seen a wolf that had mastered the level of charms Liev had. It never failed to amaze me, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tear wolves apart if he fucking had to.

Devyn was the strongest motherfucker I’d ever encountered. I’m not sure how I survived his strike that day, ‘cause that one blow was usually enough to kill another Alpha, thoughtless of a weak human