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Fergus didn’t have time to worry about his growing ’humanity’ as he glanced at the fairy. He was almost done with his long-ass spell but Fergus had doubts about it. It could definitely hinder him from stepping outside.
He wanted to experience the thrill. He wanted to immerse himself in the hunt with his brothers and sisters! He needed to go out there and join in the fun.
So without any warning, he dashed out of the tent, barely a few seconds before Celest’s spell was activated. The spell caused a protective bubble to envelope the entire tent, just as Fergus had suspected. It prevented them from coming out but also prevented the vampires from coming in.
Kylo shifted back to his human form, looking at Fergus with bulged eyes. "Cullen, have you gone insane? Get back in here, we have to keep ourselves protected until help arrives." He snarled, his face contorting into a worried frown.
A smirk crept at the corner of Fergus’s lips. Hmph... It seems the Gamma’s son was warming up to him after all. He knew it was inevitable anyway. He was just that charming.
"People might be getting hurt, Kylo." Fergus feigned concern, swerving his head every which way for dramatic effect. "I have to go help them. I can’t just sit idly and do nothing."
He spoke amidst the surrounding chaos, as vampires and wolves clashed with snarls and howls, with both sides suffering losses. It was a bloody sight, but Fergus wasn’t in the least bothered by it.
Without uttering another word, he sprinted out of Kylo’s sight, but the latter yelled trying to call him back. "Cullen! Cullen, get back here! You idiot, you’ll get yourself killed."
Oh, relax silly wolf. He was more than capable of taking care of himself.
With one leap, he climbed up a tree, blending in with the shadows its leaves and branches provided. From this height, he was able to spot Gamma Rhett in the distance fighting off several vampires on his own, without even turning to his wolf form.
Fergus gritted his teeth as he watched the Gamma cut off the heads of several of his brethren with his silver sword. However, he paused, squinting his eyes when he realized something. He couldn’t help stifling a chuckle when he looked around and didn’t spot him. The Beta.
He smirked coldly as he sniffed the air, trying to pick up the idiot’s scent. He’d promised himself to add the Beta to his hit list, so why not just do it earlier rather than later?
Finally, he was able to trace the Beta’s scent to one of the wooden buildings. It’s show time!
With a leap, he left the tree he was on and landed on another one. He continued like that until he was close enough to the building, before using his vamp speed to get to it and scale it to the top.
He got to the window where the Beta’s scent was coming from and broke it, before jumping into the room, startling the Beta.
"C– Cullen Freeman?" Beta Darius’s brows creased into a frown as he eyed Fergus from head to toe. Then he snarled with a harsh tone. "What’s the meaning of this?! Do you want to attract those bloodsuckers to me? Are you trying to get me killed?"
Fergus smiled amusingly, watching the Beta intently. He’d had his eyes on him for a while now. Especially ever since he found out that his bastard nephew had dared to lay his hands on Isleen.
Oh, that’s right, Drach was next on his hit list too. He wasn’t done with his mission yet, so why not just kill those who he found an eyesore while simultaneously getting closer to completing his mission?
"Trust me, Darius. You’d beg for death’s sweet release by the time I’m done with you." His eyes flashed with a red light for a split second, as he strutted menacingly toward the Beta.
The Beta’s eyes shone with shock and trepidation as he stumbled backward until he fell butt-first to the ground. He stretched out both his hands, his face contorting with horror.
"W– what are you?" He stammered, his eyes darting around the room desperately.
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