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Fifteen Years of Searching
墨書 Inktalez
I am the last pureblood of the Wolf Clan. To evade the pursuit of the Wolf Hunters, I must suppress my Wolf Nature with the Inhibitor. At the Wealthy Gala, the president of the Wealthy Gala unexpectedly announced that I, whom he met for the first time, am his girlfriend. Just when I thought I had found a protector, I discovered that all of this was part of an experiment by the Hunter Werewolf Organization.
I stood in the corner of the banquet hall on the top floor of the Imperial Court Building, glancing at the time on my phone—two hours until the full moon. I could already feel that restless energy surging through my veins. "Just hold on a little longer," I muttered to myself as I fished out the vial from my pocket and pinched my palm hard to stay alert. "Get the contract and leave immediately."
I shouldn’t have been at this Wealthy Gala; it was meant for someone far more important than a lowly employee like me. But when my boss fell ill unexpectedly, he insisted that I attend in his place to negotiate this project. With payday just around the corner and no salary in sight if I didn’t comply, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and come, fully aware of how dangerous it was to be out on a night like this.
As a waiter passed by me, a familiar scent suddenly invaded my nostrils. I looked up sharply, my heart skipping a beat—it was the scent of the Wolf Clan, tinged with a dangerous aggression. It had been fifteen years since I last caught a whiff of my kind in human society. The scent made me instinctively want to flee, yet it also brought an inexplicable sense of comfort.
Following the scent, I spotted a man standing in the center of the banquet hall. He wore a tailored black suit that accentuated his chiseled features. With just one glance, he held an intensity that made it difficult to look away. It was Luke Dunphy, president of the Imperial Court Group.
He seemed to sense my prying eyes and suddenly turned his head to look at me. The moment our eyes met, I felt cold all over - in addition to the coldness in those eyes, there was also a heart-pounding madness. What was even more terrifying was that there was a bit of understanding in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for this moment. I subconsciously stepped back and turned to escape. "I got you." His voice suddenly rang in my ears. I don't know when, he was already standing behind me. I froze. His slender fingers clasped my wrist with such force that it hurt. His breath sprayed behind my ear when he spoke: "Little Wolf Cub, you broke into my territory, you want to run away?" My heart was beating wildly. Why does this name... have a strange sense of familiarity? Just as I was about to struggle, he had already put his arm around my waist and forcefully led me to the center of the banquet. Under the lights, he raised his glass elegantly, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, Sonia Ramirez." The whole audience was in an uproar. I stared at him with wide eyes. He tightened his grip around me, almost rubbing me into his bones. He whispered in my ear: "Cooperate, otherwise..." He glanced meaningfully at the full moon outside the window. "What do you want to do?" I lowered my voice. He chuckled: "Do you think I would let a lone wolf slip away from under my nose?" At this moment, I realized how dangerous the situation I had entered was.
The man before me was far more terrifying than I had imagined. Just then, my phone vibrated, a reminder for my medication.
In a panic, I reached into my pocket, only to find it empty. And the pill bottle...
"Looking for this?" He toyed with the small bottle, his gaze darkening. "Subpar medication—do you really not care for yourself?"
I froze. How did he know... "Give it back to me!"
"Are you in a hurry?" Luke Dunphy looked down at me, and for the first time, there was a dangerous interest in his usually cold eyes. "It seems we have plenty of time tonight to... have a good chat."
I stared at the pill bottle in his hand, feeling true fear for the first time. He was clearly enjoying my panic, yet I found myself utterly powerless to resist.
This was bad.
What was worse was that, looking into the suppressed madness in his eyes, I couldn't help but think back to that snowy night fifteen years ago...
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