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    <b>Chapter </b><b>33</b>: <b>Fang </b><b>and </b>w<b>–</b><b>1 </b>


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    (Connor’s POV)


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    “Want to know? After work tomorrow, I’lle pick <i>you </i>up and take you somewhere.”


    with


    I teased Olivia with a mysterious smile, enjoying the way her amber eyes lit up


    curiosity.


    She leaned forward, her honey–brown hair falling in soft waves around her face.


    “Where are you taking me?”


    I tapped her nose gently. “It’s a surprise.”


    The


    way


    she pouted made my wolf stir possessively inside me. I’d never felt this way


    about anyone before–this overwhelming need to protect, to provide, to im. My


    wolf, Adam, recognized her as our mate long before I consciously admitted it to


    myself.


    Yet as life often goes, ns could never keep pace with sudden changes. The


    following day, Olivia spent the entire morning escorting a client to the Northern


    Territory Benefits Office for a work injury certification, not returning by car service


    until close to noon.


    (Olivia’s POV)


    “What’s going on up ahead? So many people,” the driver muttered, slowing the car.


    “Miss, you’d better get off here. Can’t drive further, but it’s just a short walk.”


    I peered anxiously through the windshield. The normally quiet street leading to Moow Legal Services was jam–packed with a chaotic crowd. Police vehicles


    shed their lights, and people were gesturing wildly.


    “That’s fine,” I said, quickly paying the fare. “Thank you.”


    As I stepped out of the car, an uneasy premonition gripped me. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, sensing danger in the air. I walked briskly toward the


    crowd, my heart beating faster with each <b>step</b>.


    Themotion centered around my workce. People were pointing at the building,


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    some covering their mouths in horror.


    “What happened?” I asked a woman standing nearby.


    She shook her head, eyes wide. “Something terrible inside thew firm. Police just


    arrived.”


    My heart tightened as I pushed forward through the crowd. Whatever was happening,


    my colleagues were in there.


    Suddenly, shrill screams erupted from the entrance. The onlookers scattered like frightened prey, plunging the street into chaos. A terrified woman in a business suit


    collided with me, her face pale with fear.


    “I’m sorry,” she gasped, trying to flee again.


    I grabbed her arm. “What happened up there?”


    The woman’s voice trembled. “Don’t go! A rogue wolf’s gone crazy in thew firm,


    attacking people with a silver dagger! You better run!”


    She bolted away, leaving me rooted to the spot. A silver dagger–the most dangerous


    weapon against our kind. Silver prevented our healing abilities, making wounds


    potentially fatal.


    Instead of running away, I sprinted straight toward thew firm. My colleagues were


    in danger. My wolf pushed me forward, urging me to protect my packmates.


    As I reached the entrance, a cacophony of ferocious male growls, women’s sobs, and


    shrieks filled my ears. The sight before me struck like a nightmare.


    Blood pooled beneath Gregory Thompson–my office colleague–whoy writhing


    with a bleeding wound at his waist. The silver was preventing his werewolf healing


    from activating. His face was contorted in agony, his normally kind eyes now zed


    with pain.


    Not far away, a frenzied man brandished a silver dagger wildly. His eyes were bloodshot with a faint amber glow–a clear sign of an omega wolf in human form. His clothes were disheveled, his face twisted in rage.


    “f**k all you damned packwyers!” he roared, spittle flying from his mouth. “Since


    you want to ruin me, I’ll take you all to hell with me!<b>” </b>


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    His voice cracked with despair and rage. “I got nothing left to lose. A couple more


    dead wolves mean nothing!”


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    Like a rabid beast, he lunged at a woman in heels–Valerie Pierce from the corporatew department. She screamed hysterically, backing away.


    “Help! Please, I didn’t handle your case! Don’t kill me!”


    The rogue wolf–Derek Harlow, ording to the name tag still clipped <i>to </i>his jacket-


    no longer seemed to care who had wronged him. He had already stabbed Gregory,


    who had likely been thewyer on his case. Now he was consumed by blind


    bloodlust, attacking anyone in sight.


    Valerie, desperate, tried to hide among her colleagues, hoping <i>to </i>divert the madman’s


    attention. No one dared intervene after witnessing Gregory’s copse; the entire


    office was paralyzed by terror, their wolves cowering within rather than rising to fight against the silver weapon.


    Seeing Derek closing in on Valerie, my instincts kicked in. I kicked off my high heels,


    flung aside my ck zer, and shot forward with supernatural speed, my wolf


    Mending me strength.


    Just as Derek prepared to stab, Valerie grabbed the trembling intern Jade Mitchell from beside her, shoving her forward as a human shield. Jade’s face was deathly pale, tears streaming down in terror. She squeezed her eyes shut, convinced this was


    the end, her submissive beta nature freezing her in ce.


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