As the golden furry wolf moved away, Connor tightened his grip around the hilt of his dagger before taking off. He heard a long howl and knew that Eden was on the trail of new prey. Was the agent petty enough to try and poke it right under the golden wolf\'s nose? Connor scoffed at the idea. Why not? The Omega proposed it first and was also the one to launch hostilities. He had even established as a rule that anything was allowed. The smile on the officer\'s lips widened.

He resumed running with not one of the rogues in his sights, but the silky omega fur he hoped to beat down.

Glen, who had already killed his third enemy, was busy looking for his fourth victim. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that neither his mate nor his best friend was in sight. He smirked, satisfied, even though the memory of his time spent in the magic dimension with Eden told him that he should better beware of this apparent calm. His mate was far more used to fighting and the whole rogues hunting thing than he was.

Even so, the alpha felt a strange ecstasy that seized his senses. His inner wolf howled, excited by the adrenaline rush of a blissful moment as he let his werewolf nature freely express itself. That\'s where he belonged. He knew it. This world was his. It didn\'t matter that he grew up among men, this life was the one his heart yearned for.

He heard a howl and snorted as he understood the message Eden had just sent him. His omega had just stung Connor\'s prey and challenged him. Good. That he comes. Curse or not weakened or not, he fully intended to rise to the challenge and win it. He couldn\'t howl back for an answer but he spread his claws and clawed at the trees in his path, as a ferocious beast marks his territory to warn any underdog that he passes away at his peril.

A pretentious smile twisted his mouth and he resumed scanning his surroundings for the wolves who sought to overtake Bloodhood\'s territory. He had been slaloming between the logs for a few seconds without success when a slight rustle to his left caught his attention. Unfortunately, he reacted with a delay and only half dodged the werewolf who had targeted him. The contact caused his body to twist in ways he hadn\'t expected. He miscalculated his fall and skidded, digging his claws into the ground to slow down and stabilize his body.

When he finally stopped, Glen straightened up and lowered his head to his chest, he saw that his left side was injured. He felt the pain of the claws that had torn his flesh but instead of wincing in pain, he gave the wolf a dirty look and the latter couldn\'t help but flinch.

Glen looked at the torn sweatshirt where he had been injured and returned his attention to the growling wolf, baring his teeth.

"You know…" He grabbed one of the torn sides of the garment and pulled it wider to expose his bare skin. He threw the garment to the ground, revealing the wound that was starting to close under the wolf\'s incredulous eyes. "I liked this sweatshirt."

The werewolf\'s ears rolled back. He cocked his head in submission to the Dominant\'s threatening aura, but Glen had no intention of letting him go. The alpha stomped forward towards the low rank, which was slowly retreating. The wolf\'s head was spinning in all directions and his eyes searched frantically for an opening to escape. He had bit more than he could chew and he bitterly regretted the impulsiveness that had made him attack the man thinking he could easily beat him.

When the rogue thought it had found an opening, he leaped without delay. It was without counting the result of everything Glen had been through in his last days. Between his marking which had doubled his initial strength and his training session in the magic dimension, the werewolf was much stronger even with just his human form.

The alpha\'s reflexes, speed, and strength had increased dramatically. Facing a low rank like the rogue, he didn\'t even need to use his close combat skills. He could fight like a werewolf with just brute force.

Glen grabbed the tail of the werewolf who had leaped to flee and he spun, his hands tightly wrapped around the appendix. Once he had enough momentum, he opened his hands, and the poor dominant\'s body fell into a tree, smashing it in two. He stepped forward to finish off his poor victim when he saw a golden wolf a little further away, clutching another wolf\'s neck in its mouth.

Suddenly the golden wolf closed his teeth and a dull crackling sound echoed. The wolf\'s head was now hanging down without any resistance and Eden had lost all interest in the lifeless body. He dropped him on the floor and looked up at his mate he had spotted.

With a happy bark, the Omega put a paw on the body, as if to show off. Glen, who wanted to show him that he was no slouch, turned his head towards the ground where his opponent had fallen. He grabbed the body and the rogue started to regain his senses.

Glen lifted him so his mate could clearly see him and just as he was recklessly fidgeting to free himself, the alpha plunged his claws into the tender part of his abdomen mercilessly before withdrawing his hand and letting go of the body on the ground. The golden wolf huffed through his nostrils and a voice interrupted them from the branch of a tree between them.

"Can you please stop flirting? I thought we were doing this seriously. " Connor swung his arm and his hand opened to let go of something. Three distinct sounds were heard and the two mates saw the heads of three properly beheaded rogues roll. With a smug look on his face, the agent reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark cloth, which he ran over his dao\'s blade to clean it.

Eden, who had snapped his head to him when he saw the three heads, growled threateningly. Satisfied with the effect of his provocation, the light brown-haired man gave him his wider, resplendent smile. The omega snarled and stormed off in search of a new victim to catch up.

Glen burst out laughing as he watched his figure recede and grow smaller and smaller between the trees. With a dull thud, Connor landed on the ground and turned to his friend.

"Well, it\'s not that I\'m bored, but I\'m off. Tell me how it feels to lose to an omega and a human, Alpha! "

The Dominant raised the middle finger of his left hand prominently and Connor snorted before heading off in the same direction as Eden. The human was having fun teasing his mate and Glen was glad to see two of the people they loved the most come together.

He methodically cracked his neck then stretched his shoulders, moving the muscles of his back. The movement left him with a feeling of pleasure that caused a growl that he muffled between his teeth. After one final movement, he chose a direction and set off.

He had eliminated one more enemy when he spotted a rogue that was being chased by Eden. The golden-furred wolf ran with all his might, closing the distance between the intruder and himself with an ease that left no doubt for the outcome. The alpha hadn\'t spotted another intruder and he didn\'t want to lose.

He ran towards the rogue that hadn\'t spotted him yet and when he was about to cut him off, he opted for a full tackle. But Eden, who had seen his mate come out of nowhere with his target in his sights, had no intention of giving up. The Omega picked up the pace and just as Glen was about to tackle the enemy, he leaped up and his jaw closed on the rogue\'s side. The action of the two forces coming in opposite directions shattered the werewolf\'s spine and the two mates rolled on the ground before standing up abruptly.

When they looked up, the werewolf\'s head fell to the ground after Connor\'s blue blade separated it from its owner\'s body. The three men watched the twisted, decapitated body that was on the floor and exchanged a glare before the two voices and one bark resounded at the same time.

"First!"

Near the stream they had come to to get rid of the dirt and blood that covered their bodies, the three men were still debating who was to win. Each of them had slaughtered five rogues and the last one could not be clearly claimed by either of them although Connor had his own opinion on the matter.

"Who cares if you destroyed his spine? The only way to kill a werewolf is by beheading, piercing the heart, or poisoning with toxin or wolfsbane. " He took out the soiled cloth he had stuffed in his pocket and dipped it into the ice water before swearing as he felt the thousands of icy thorns pierce his flesh.

His eyes shot daggers at the water which had done nothing but just suffer the effects of winter and the man stood, annoyed, with his soaked cloth in his hand. Glen snatched the soggy pad from his fingers and plunged it forcefully into the current. A red cloud appeared before weakening and disappearing.

"If you hadn\'t butted in, I would have finished it cleanly," the alpha retorted.

"Or I would have finished it!" Eden said, rolling his eyes at the idea that his mate managed to steal his prey.

The alpha didn\'t need to see him, he already knew Omega had this bossy expression. The one that aroused impulses different from his bloodlust. Another hunger much more sly. He forced his gaze to stay on the cloth which he squeezed roughly and flicked back to Connor. The agent grabbed the still dripping tissue between his index finger and thumb. He raised his eyebrow and then released a thank you that sounded more like "Are you kidding me?"

He pressed the fabric into his palm to squeeze out the excess water and was about to say something when a noise behind them caught their attention. Without hesitating, Connor grabbed his dao which sliced ​​through the air and stopped a few millimeters from the Soul Healer\'s neck.

"Oh, sorry!" The agent apologized and he put away his blade before resuming his cleaning. The silver-haired werewolf didn\'t react and just asked.

"So?"

"I won!" the three men had spoken at the same time and, again, exchanged a glare to which the woman responded with an annoyed sigh.

"I don\'t care about your stupid contest! I want to know if you felt anything while you were running in the forest. "

"Oh, that…" Connor said and his face showed he was glad to escape the scolding since he had no way of being affected by the plight of the Skinwalkers. He turned to the two werewolves who shook their heads in negation and the Soul Healer sighed again.

"Hurry then. The full moon is around the day after tomorrow night and we still have no clue. " She had already turned away, but paused and turned to Glen. A cloth lands on the face of the alpha who recognized his torn sweatshirt. "Don\'t pollute the forest as these filthy humans do."

"Hey!" Connor protested sharply, offended by the insult. "Not all humans are like that, okay?"

"Hurry up!"

The tone left no room for any discussion. They returned to the car they had abandoned on the side of the road. The perimeter they had covered during their hunt was only a tiny part of Bloodhood\'s domain. As the Soul Healer had explained to them, they had a vague idea of ​​where the Blue Moon Clan\'s lair was. Unfortunately, the affected area was several hundred hectares large.

Glen was standing in front of the open trunk, looking for something to cover up his body when his mate who had already changed arrived with his phone vibrating in his hands. The Dominant who had just picked out a garment stuck his head through the collar of a pale grey hoodie.

"Put it on hands-free."

The Omega did as he was told and a female voice Glen hadn\'t heard on a certain day when he had had his first rut, rose from the speaker.

"Hello, Glen?"