Free Web NovelChapter 152: Better Dead I
"You can touch him, you know?" Nicole gently said.
She was still cleaning her equipment, bathing them in alcohol before rinsing them through in water. There had been so much blood all around that the whole infirmary smelled heavily like disinfectant now that the surgery was complete. I wasn’t even confident that Nicole could get everything out, but it seemed that with enough time and patience, everything would be back to normal.
Hopefully, that was the same for Blaise.
"He just seems so... fragile," I commented, sitting a little closer, but still afraid to touch his hand. "How long will it be until he wakes up?"
"I can’t say for certain," Nicole answered honestly. "His body needs time to recover. But now that the silver pieces have been removed, it shouldn’t be more than minutes or hours before he’s up and running again. That is one of the great conveniences of being werewolves."
Nicole’s words triggered a thought in my mind. Unlike them, I seemed to be halfway there. I had no wolf to shift into, no insane amount of strength, and no extraordinarily fast healing. Yet, whenever I made love with any one of my mates, it offered me a temporary boost.
Why?
Did Damon and Blaise manage to trigger some sort of werewolf gene in me that could override my human ones?
I placed my hand on the web necklace; with everything that had been going on, I had nearly forgotten about its existence. It just felt like I could never seem to catch a break.
"Nicole," I slowly asked, "do you think it’s possible for a human to turn into a werewolf?"
My fingers wrapped around the small diamond droplets, fiddling with the fine silvery strands. Whenever I moved, the ruby pendant that belonged to my mother would clink with the necklace Damon gave me. It seemed reflective of my current situation― human suppressing werewolf. But I was so confident that both of them existed in me.
"Turn a human into a werewolf?" Nicole echoed in surprise. "I suppose it might be possible to engineer a false werewolf. I have seen records of it throughout history, but none of it was clearly documented. The last example probably happened decades ago, even. Why do you ask?"
"But those are full humans, right?"
"Quite possibly," Nicole said with a nod. She reached for a seemingly random book on the shelves, flipping through the pages, and began to frown. "It seemed like if they were mated with a werewolf, once they are fully mated — marked and all — they will trigger a transformation."
Fully mated. I could only scoff at the irony of it all. I was fully mated with both Blaise and Damon and to top that off, I actually had werewolf blood in me. Yet, it hadn’t triggered my transformation. From what I could recall, my mother was still human when she was killed.
Had she and my father never finished their marking? I couldn’t remember the exact details of my mother’s physical appearance any longer, since the memory was from so long ago.
"What about a half-werewolf, then?" I asked.
Nicole looked up in surprise. "You mean like..."
"Yes," I said. "Do you think you can get me to shift?"
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[Third POV]
Elise spat out a mouthful of blood against the harshly cold stone tiles, her body trembling with sharp pains. freewebnoveℓ.com
Her two tormentors stood before her, one a little further back and leaning against the wall, while the other was right in front of her with a whip in hand. They had rained blows on her as though she was nothing more than cattle to be reared.
"Who are you?" Kaine repeated his questions one by one. "Why are you in Everhaven? Where are the hunters working with you?"
In the face of all these questions, Elise still kept her lips tightly clamped shut. She growled in retaliation, her eyes filled with hatred as Kaine tightened his grip on the whip’s handle.
"How ironic," Damon finally spoke from behind. He walked a little closer and into the light, just enough so that Elise could see the blooming smile on his face.
If she had ever seen a monster, he would be the most fearsome of them all. This man was a hulking giant both in his wolf and human forms. As a wolf, he was easily the size of a truck and could crunch through her bones with just one snap. She wished he did, in hindsight. An easy death would’ve been more merciful than to bring her into the heart of enemy territory for interrogation.
Meanwhile, as a human, Damon Valentine was decked out in muscles and stood at a height so tall that she had to crane her neck just to look him in the eye. He had to be over six feet, she guessed, and with such an athletic physique, even just one hit as a human — without the aid of his enhanced werewolf strength — could even be enough to end her life.
Elise could only scowl in regret. She should’ve brought more silver weapons with her. She had been too hasty.
Vernon had been right.
Damon reached down right as she was deep in her thought, and without warning, his fingers clasped tightly on her cheeks. However, while she thought that he was simply going to lift her gaze to meet his eyes, that was not where he stopped. Damon lifted her from the ground in one swift movement, and Elise began to choke in pain as she clawed at his hand, her legs kicking wildly under her, unable to touch the ground.
"You’re growling?" Damon asked, tilting his head to one side. Even in the dark, his blue eyes seemed to glow with an electrifying radiance that sent shivers and thrills into Elise’s body. "I didn’t know that you’ve become a werewolf."
There was a sickening crunch right before Elise dropped back down onto the ground with a thud. She gasped and hacked, a silent scream tearing through her throat as her hands quickly flew to her cheek. Damon’s thumb had punctured a hole right through her cheekbone just like that, snapping the bone there as though it was nothing more than a toothpick. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Pain webbed out from the injured spot as tears began to brim in her eyes.
"Alpha," Kaine said, his voice cold and nearly monotonous. "If her mouth is injured, she will not be able to speak. I will be unable to carry out the interrogation."
"Isn’t it obvious, Kaine?" Damon asked, scoffing at the way the woman pathetically mewled in pain. "If she’s not going to speak, then there is no use to keep her alive. Why don’t we at least play a little with the food before throwing her out for the wendigos to feast upon?"
