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The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. It was clear the director wasn’t saying this out of genuine concern for my health. No, this was Dwight’s doing. He was manipulating the director behind the scenes. I knew it in my bones. Dwight had made sure the director was too terrified to even think of asking me to return for
filming.
I sighed deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. I couldn’t blame the director for being afraid. After all, he was just a human, utterly powerless against someone like Dwight. He had no idea what kind of monster he was dealing with.
“It’s fine,” I finally said, my voice low. “You’ve worked hard. I’ll stay home. Don’t worry about it.”
The director’s visible sigh of relief was almost pathetic. He nodded vigorously, like a man just granted a reprieve from execution, and thanked me profusely before. hastily ending the call. The screen went dark, leaving me alone in the silence of my living room.
For a moment, I just stared at the phone in my hand, the rage simmering beneath
the surface.
Dwight. It had to be him. No one else could turn a man like that into a groveling
mess.
My fingers flew over the screen as I called Dwight, my heart pounding with a mixture of fury and dread. The phone barely rang once before he answered, his voice calm, too calm–like he’d been waiting for this call all along.
“Sylvia,” he greeted me, his tone infuriatingly smooth, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
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“Don’t play dumb with me,” I snapped, my anger boiling over. “What did you do to the director?! You know the first rule of the werewolf code: we’re forbidden from
revealing ourselves or harming humans! Or have you forgotten?”
The memory of the day Dwight was exiled from our pack burned in my mind like an open wound. He had defied the rules, exposed his true nature to humans, and
that betrayal had led to his downfall.
We’d been so close once, bound by fate, but he’d crossed a line no werewolf could come back from. And yet, here we were, years later, with him still playing the same dangerous games.
There was
a pause on the other end, and then a low chuckle that sent a shiver
through me.
“Hmmm?” Dwight hummed, clearly enjoying himself. “Sylvia, whether or not I harm him… well, that’s entirely up to you.”
His words were a knife to my chest, and my breath caught in my throat. I could picture it so clearly: Dwight, with his claws fully extended, looming over the helpless director, his fangs bared in a cruel smile.
In some dingy, iron–walled room, Dwight had the director pinned against the wall, one hand around his throat, the other casually tapping his claws together as
though it was all just a game to him.
The director’s face was flushed red, his eyes bulging as he struggled to breathe, his feet dangling off the floor. He was silently begging for mercy, but the words
wouldn’t come.
Dwight wasn’t even trying to kill him–just enough pressure to scare him. senseless, enough to let him know his life was entirely in Dwight’s hands.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. “What do
you want from me?”
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“Sylvia,” Dwight’s voice turned sickeningly sweet, the kind of false gentleness that made my skin crawl, “Why not just stay by my side? We could be the most enviable pair of soulmates in the werewolf world. Don’t you think that’s what
we’re meant for?”
His words sent a wave of nausea through me. He had always been like this–obsessed with the idea that we were destined to be together. But I knew better. I’d seen what he was capable of, and no amount of power or status could
erase that.
“I’m not the same pathetic alpha who needed your family’s charity anymore,”
Dwight continued, his voice laced with pride. “I’ve made a name for myself in the entertainment world. I can take care of you now. You wouldn’t have to lift a
finger.”
I gritted my teeth. “Let him go. Then we can talk.”
There was a pause, and I could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied,
“Oh? You still want to participate in that show of yours?”
I clenched my phone so hard I thought it might crack. I had no idea what
game
he
was playing, but I had no choice. For the director’s sake, I forced the words out.
“Fine. I won’t be a part of the show anymore.”
“Good girl,” Dwight cooed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, wait for me
at home.”
And with that, he hung up, leaving me staring at the phone, fury and helplessness swirling in my chest.
