Stranger’s POV
Under the shimmering night sky, I stood atop the highest mountain, gazing down at the crimson pack with my golden eyes. Hatred burning in them.
My ears rose high in alertness as I heard approaching footsteps. Before the figure could speak, I lunged toward the voice, my claws sinking into his flesh.
A familiar voice cried out in pain, and I momentarily froze, releasing him. Shapeshifting back to a human, I adjusted my blazer and stood far away, giving my subordinate time to calm down.
My fingers brushed the red thread bracelet on my wrist, my cold, chiseled features softening for a split second.
Standing two meters away, my subordinate reported, "Boss, Miss. Shaw's surgery was a success. I've also given a large sum to the family who donated the corneas, per your ord
