Chapter 32 The Trap


    Leslie’s POV – Moon Bar


    Asphodel was beyond furious at the provocation from these low–level wolves.


    I took a deep breath, forcing down the urge to kill.


    Astrid was still in his grip. Attacking now would be reckless.


    I needed to get her to safety first.


    Finished


    I stared at the one–eyed werewolf, my expression unreadable. Then I nodded calmly. “Fine. Let her go first.”


    He clearly hadn’t expected me to agree so easily. He froze for a second, then a smug crossed his face as he released Astrid’s arm. She stumbled back behind me.


    look


    “That’s more like it…” he sneered and reached out, trying to touch my face with that filthy hand -he almost made contact with my skin.


    Now!


    Before anyone could react, I grabbed a heavy, empty liquor bottle from the bar and mmed it down on his outstretched arm, right at the elbow.


    Crack! A sickening sound of bone breaking echoed through the room.


    “Ah!” The one–eyed wolf let out a shriek like a dying pig, his arm bending at a grotesque angle.


    Before he could recover, I caught his other wrist and twisted it sharply–another loud snap.


    “Ah!” His scream was even more agonized.


    Then I lifted my heel and drove it hard into his chest.


    Boom<i>! </i>


    He flew backward like a rag doll, crashing into the bar, then crumpling to the floor in a heap. He curled up, howling in pain. Even with a werewolf’s regenerative abilities, those fractures wouldn’t heal quickly.


    He was done.


    But I hadn’t forgotten–he wasn’t alone.


    “Shit!” one of his buddies cursed. Then they all surged forward, partial wolf traits already emerging–fangs, ws, glowing eyes.


    “Asphodel!” I called inward.


    Our minds were as one. Asphodel instantly released her Alpha pressure.


    <i>Whooom</i><i>! </i>A wave of invisible force erupted from me.


    Every low–ranking wolf was instantly thrown to the ground. The Alpha’s aura crushed them into submission, paralyzing them with fear.


    The entire bar went dead silent. Even the pounding music cut off.


    Every pair of eyes turned to me, wide with terror.


    I shook out my hands as if brushing off an insect.


    Then I walked over to the tampered dark beer on the bar and picked it up.


    I strolled back to the one–eyed wolf, who was still curled up on the floor, and crouched down in front of him.


    His eyes were wide with panic.


    I grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head up, and poured the entire ss of ck liquid down his throat.


    “Enjoy,” I said, standing and dusting off my hands. My face was expressionless.


    I helped Astrid to her feet—she was starting to sober up from the shock–and with every eye in the bar watching me like I was the devil, I calmly walked us out the door.


    But the moment we stepped outside-


    A barrage of blinding camera lights burst from every direction. A dozen figures holding video equipment jumped out of the shadows, filming us like mad.


    I realized it instantly–this was a setup. Slyvana’s revenge.


    I shielded Astrid with my body, blocking most of the cameras. “Go!” I whispered sharply.


    We sprinted toward the car parked nearby. Despite the swarm of info hunters trying to block us, we managed to start the engine and peel away, leaving them behind in the dust.


    Meanwhile, on the other side of the city….


    Chapter 32 The Trap


    Leiss‘ POV – Private Lounge


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    Mymunicator buzzed. It was the lead contact from the “info hunters” I had hired earlier.


    “Mr. Leiss! We got it! Huge scoop–Leslie went crazy at Moon Bar! She beat the hell out of some guypletely brutal. Broke both his arms, and get this–she forced him to drink an aphrodisiac. He was writhing on the floor, bones shattered, grinding his junk on the ground until he started bleeding… the video’s encrypted and already sent over! This will ruin her!”


    I listened to the excited report, a smug smile creeping across my lips.


    Leslie, aren’t you supposed to be powerful? Righteous?


    Let’s see how you get out of this one.


    “Excellent,” I said, pleased. “Edit the video. Cut out the early parts–focus on the violence. Make sure the release highlights her attacking. Then send it out immediately through all our anonymous channels. I want every werewolf to see just how savage their new Night Governor really is.”


    Tch. <i>She’s </i><i>just </i>a <i>woman</i>.


    Kirby was too soft.


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