Chapter 33

Smell Of Danger 3

Alpha Kingsley POV

I moved swiftly toward the direction where I had sensed the strange energy.

The faint residue of it was still detectable in the air.

Argon stirred inside me impatiently, his presence pushing against my mind like a restless storm.

He wanted to hunt.

To chase.

To tear apart whatever dared to lurk in the shadows around us.

I allowed him partial control.

In an instant, he burst forward.

My senses sharpened immediately.

The world around me seemed to slow while every sound, scent, and movement became crystal clear.

Argon’s instincts guided us as he tracked the faint trail left behind.

His speed was terrifying.

Like lightning ripping through the forest.

Leaves scattered violently behind us as we passed. 2

Branches snapped under the force of our movement.

The wind howled in my ears as the trees blurred around me.

Then-

I saw it.

A black figure moving rapidly through the forest ahead.

The stranger was fast,

Very fast.

But not fast enough.

Within seconds, I closed the distance between us.

With a powerful swing of my claws, I struck him.

The force of the attack sent his body flying through the air before crashing violently into the ground.

The impact echoed across the forest like distant thunder

Then-

Silence.

The forest suddenly grew still.

I approached slowly, shifting back into my human form.

My clothes remained perfectly intact.

One of the many unique advantages of my Lycan abilities

No tearing. 1

No damage.

No awkward moments of standing naked after a transformation like ordinary wolves.

I crouched beside the fallen figure and turned him over.

He landed face-up.

Dead.

Completely lifeless.

A frown formed on my face.

“That shouldn’t have killed him…”

I had controlled my strength during the attack.

The strike should have injured him severely.

But instant death?

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Something wasn’t right.

I began examining the body carefully.

The man wore a strange black cloak made from an unfamiliar material that felt oddly smooth beneath my fingers.

But aside from that…

There was nothing.

No weapons.

No insignia.

No identifying marks.

Then something caught my attention.

His eyes

The pupils were completely black

Not dark brown

Not deep grey.

Pure black.

Unnatural.

Not human.

Not any species I recognized.

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1 pried his mouth open slightly.

Inside, everything was dark

His tongue was unnaturally thin almost serpent-like.

Then I noticed something else.

At the corner of his mouth-

A tiny drop of liquid.

Black.

Blood.

But not normal blood.

Black.

Thick.

Almost like poison.

And suddenly-

It hit me.

I had seen this before.

Werewolves possess extremely strong memories.

The moment I saw that black liquid, a memory surfaced instantly.

The guard who had tried to escape during the recent border breach in my territory.

After his death, he had vomited the same strange black substance.

“He had been poisoned…”

The realization sent a cold wave through my thoughts.

“This can’t be coincidence…”

My voice dropped into a cold whisper as my expression darkened.

I removed the cloak from the corpse and examined the body more closely.

Strange rune symbols were carved across his skin.

Dark.

Twisted.

Ancient.

Symbols I didn’t recognize.

But my instincts told me immediately what they were connected to.

Black magic.

A cold smirk slowly formed on my lips.