Chapter 6

Under the moonlight, the werewolf's eyes gleamed an unsettling green. Its silhouette towered in the darkness, every muscle fiber strained as if anticipating a hunt. I then noticed those distinctive dual-colored eyes of the werewolf, a trait belonging exclusively to the leader of the pack. It turned out that the werewolf was none other than Christopher. I felt a sharp pang seizing my heart as I involuntarily came to a halt. Christopher suddenly lunged forward, appearing right in front of us. His bloodshot eyes glared at me as he extended his razor-sharp claws toward me, commanding me to go with him. It was a full moon night, when werewolves couldn't restrain their bloodlust, stripping them of reason. Christopher had always been different, though. He was the Alpha, so he had incredible self-control—even to the point of resisting the mark's control and abandoning me in my most desperate moment. I felt my gaze dimming at the thought, and I instinctively retreated behind Harvey, s