Love of the Monster

Anger

"Call Sapphire here, see if he can do something to them" Torak instructed.

"Yes, Alpha." Jimmy nodded and walked out of the room.

Sapphire is the head healer in Raven village, she very rarely appears in public, but if she appears then the situation will definitely be very critical.

Since the victims could do nothing but stare blankly, there were only two healers in the room, when they finished the examination, one of them was short-haired, walk with heart towards Torak.

"Alpha, if this is Succubus, then there is nothing we can do to them," he said, glancing at the people through his shoulders.

"Are they the only victims?" Torak asked the healer without looking at him.

"There are twelve werewolves who have died." The young healer lowered his head again with regret. It was too late for the healers, when they arrived, some of the victims had died.

Calleb growled in a deep voice the moment he heard it, something like this had never happened before. This was the first time for them to be attacked in their own territory.

Torak swept his gaze across the room one last time before he turned around and stepped out the door.

To the outside world, Torak is a cold-hearted and feared and talkative Alpha, a legendary monster that once made the Astral World confused with its brutal action.

The Donovan.

The cursed lycan.

The living destroyer.

Torak galloped downstairs and walked up another staircase to the basement, where the prison cells were located.

Others will think that they have traveled through time hundreds of years ago, by the time they got there, there was nothing to show the modernization of the present time.

All the werewolves, who were standing guard, lowered their gaze when they met the eye with Torak, looking directly into the Alpha's eyes was a challenge for Lycan and the last thing they wanted was to challenge his Alpha.

However, even without such knowledge, the dominant aura of the Supreme Alpha was enough to make them obedient.

Sunlight cannot enter the place and therefore there is a smell of mold and mildew that dominates their smell.

This smell irritated them and Calleb continuously rubbed his nose many times.

But, Torak remained undisturbed and walked in silence with Calleb walking behind him before they finally stopped at the end of the corridor.

Two guards greeted them and opened the iron door of the prison cell.

This is the cell where they're holding Jenedieth. On the floor, the two silver chains previously used to hold Jenedieth had been split into two.

Anyone who does this is definitely not a Lycan or a werewolf because their people cannot survive with silver.

Seeing that, Torak's eyes darkened, the color of his sea-blue eyes flickered with black, he gritted his teeth to contain the overflowing anger.

Torak was supposed to kill the woman the moment he killed his father for trying to hurt Raine before other creatures took him for whatever reason they had.

The longer they were there, the more unsettled the monster within Torak was, its sharp claws threatening to come out from his fingertips.

"We're back," Torak said coldly.