Arcadios

The Werewolf Slayer Guild, known as Last Dawn, receives an urgent request from the nearby city of Pinewood. The citizen’s request is to stop the kidnappings of their people in the middle of the night by the Silvermoon Werewolf Clan. Guild master, Lawrence Wyett, sends the guild’s strongest S-class assassin, Azariah Remy Phoenix, to assassinate the leading Alpha. Azariah is instructed she’ll need to go undercover as a male to seduce the clan’s strongest Alpha, Arcadio Hrodwulf, in order to get close enough to him to take him out, as he is only interested in males. Azariah pledges to complete her mission at all costs or die trying. Will she be able to convince the werewolves that she’s not a female? Can she fulfill her mission without her feelings of hatred turning into love? -------------------------------- “Who are you?” He snarled, gradually stalking toward her. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, “You don’t smell like our kind.” “I am who I am, Alpha,” she confidently stated, hoping he could not see through her disguise. “What was that?” He froze, glaring at her, “I never told you I was the Alpha. Who sent you, boy?” Her body tensed as her heart fell into her stomach. He got up in her face with a dangerous glint in his eyes. She stood her ground, refusing to show weakness, even when he lifted her off the ground by her shirt’s collar. He growled, enraged by the stranger before him. “Answer me if you want to live, boy.”