Chapter 70 (Looming shadows)

"Say, old man—" Jeremy began, but he was quickly cut off.

"Don't call me an old man!" Owen retorted, his voice a mix of irritation and mock indignation.

"Fine, Prince Owen," Jeremy teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Have you ever fought a werewolf before?"

"Dumbass... of course! We were literally at war in times past," Owen replied, rolling his eyes at the question.

"Okay then, during those times, have you ever encountered an individual who possessed an athletic physique and fierce, glowing red eyes?" Jeremy inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Of course!" Owen exclaimed, punctuating his point by thrusting a needle toward Jeremy, who barely managed to dodge it. "Werewolves are naturally physique freaks, and—wait, did you say he had red eyes?!" Owen’s tone shifted, a newfound intensity in his gaze.

"Yes?" Jeremy uttered, intrigued by the sudden change in Owen's demeanor.

"Then that one is special. He is what we call an alpha," Owen stated, his expression serious.

"An alpha
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