Chapter 5
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When Ivy regained consciousness and opened her eyes, the first thing that met her gaze was a series of iron-gray bars and an uncomfortable wooden bed beneath her.
Iron bars? Wooden bed?
Where was this place? And why was she here?
She struggled to sit up, only to be shocked to find her weak limbs completely unresponsive, unable to exert any strength whatsoever.
Turning her head to survey her surroundings, she was astonished to realize she was inside a large iron cage, her mind still somewhat foggy.
What on earth was happening?
She vaguely recalled that after finishing her practice, she had driven back to the Sadness Hotel. As she was about to enter the underground parking garage, a woman had suddenly dashed out, nearly being struck by her car—“Sir, please save me! There are bad people chasing me!”
Yes, she had been begging for help!
Memories surged in waves, fragments slowly connecting in her mind, forming a coherent picture.
She had intervened to fend off three burly men, rescuing the woman. However, the woman had then used a handkerchief laced with a sedative to render her unconscious.
Beware of women.
The warning from Brother Qing Tian still echoed in her ears, and now, due to her lack of vigilance, she had fallen into someone else’s trap and was now a prisoner.
Damn it, what on earth is wrong with this world?
Can’t a good person ever succeed? Why does even an act of saving someone lead to falling into a meticulously planned trap? Is this cage her reward for helping someone? Well! Just perfect!
After some time, she managed to regain a bit of strength, mustering all her energy to prop herself up. Slumped against the iron bars, she was drenched in sweat.
Was she targeted simply due to misfortune, or had they specifically set their sights on her from the beginning? What was their goal? Money?
Do they know she is one of the hidden owners of the Sadness Hotel? Otherwise, how much could they possibly gain from kidnapping a waitress?
“Woo—”
“Squeak—”
At the sound, Ivy turned to see several smaller cages arranged to her left and rear, each containing injured animals.
The room was predominantly white, with cages of various sizes lining the walls, surrounding the entire space. In the center stood a treatment table, along with various necessary instruments and medicines.
Why was she also confined in a cage in this room? She is a human! Why should she be subjected to such treatment… Could it be, could it be that they know something? An ominous premonition spread through Ivy’s mind like ripples from a thrown stone.
No, it’s impossible—they couldn’t possibly know she is a werewolf!
“Damn it, is anyone there?” She shouted with all her might.
No one could endure such a degrading treatment, confined like an animal in a cage. It was an insult—both to humans and to werewolves alike.
Just as her voice fell, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man, about forty, entered, accompanied by a woman—the very woman who had repaid her kindness with betrayal!
“I was just thinking you should be waking up soon,” the middle-aged man said, coming to a halt before the cage with measured calmness.
Ivy glared at the woman with eyes that seemed to ignite with green flames. “This ‘reward’ is quite extravagant, isn’t it?” Each word was delivered with icy detachment.
The woman lowered her head in shame, unable to meet Ivy’s gaze.
“She was merely following orders,” the middle-aged man interjected on her behalf.
Ivy’s gaze shifted to the man. “What is your purpose? Money? I have no relatives left, no one will ransom me.”
“I am not after money.” A flicker of hatred subtly emerged from his dark eyes.
She caught the fleeting hatred and felt a surge of caution. “Who are you? Why have you brought me here?”
“Emerald-green eyes, striking appearance, and rapid regeneration ability—each of these points to one fact,” he said, pausing deliberately.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure, revealing no hint of emotion. “What rapid regeneration ability? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” How did he know?
He emphasized each word with deliberate enunciation: “You—are—a—member—of—the—werewolf—clan.”
The impact of his words struck her heart with greater force. She closed her eyes and reopened them, as if they were two dark, unfathomable lakes. “Are you insane? Humans are humans, wolves are wolves; where do werewolves come from?”
“Do you think that simply denying it will allow you to deceive the heavens?” he sneered ominously. “Turn and look at your arm!”
She slowly turned her head to examine her arm and discovered a tear in the sleeve of her shirt, stained with considerable blood.
She knew without looking that the wound had already healed.
Excellent! So he has verified it; no wonder he is so resolute.
“If you are not a werewolf, how do you explain the rapid healing of the wound on your arm?”
“Who are you really?” she neither confirmed nor denied.
“I am Jonathan, the head of the Rebirth Biological Research and Conservation Center.” He was unashamed and did not expect the earl to survive leaving the center.
Rebirth Biological Research and Conservation Center? She had never heard of it.
“You went to great lengths to set a trap and capture me not for money—so for what?” Her green eyes darkened.
“Monsters like you, who are both human and wolf, should not exist in this world,” he declared. Werewolves are undoubtedly Satan’s followers.
Monsters? Ivy’s eyes grew cold. “Since everything is born in this world, every living being has the right to exist. Even if humanity prides itself as the spirit of all things, it has no right to deprive other beings of their right to live.”
It seemed his goal was to exterminate the werewolf clan!
“How many werewolves are there in Taiwan?” Jonathan’s squinted eyes gleamed with malice.
She smiled derisively. “Do you think I will answer your questions?”
“Given the current situation, I don’t believe you have a choice,” Jonathan said coldly. “If you cooperate, I might consider making your death more painless.”
Ivy remained unmoved. “Either way, death is death. It doesn’t matter how I die, but just a reminder: murder carries a heavy sentence.”
She would not betray her entire clan for her own life.
Perhaps due to the heavy dosage of drugs they administered, her limbs felt as though they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, nearly immobilizing her. If not for the sensation, she would have thought she was paralyzed.
“That refers to humans. I am removing a threat to all humanity,” he said. In his eyes, werewolves were monsters, a plague to be eradicated.
“Spare me your nonsense!” Ivy couldn’t help but curse. “You are the scum among humans, using the guise of biological research and conservation to commit slaughter. You will only bring disaster to humanity.”
“You’re quite spirited! But…” Jonathan raised an eyebrow and smirked maliciously. “Without food and water, I wonder how long you can last.” So that was his plan.
She took a deep breath, calming her anger slightly. “I’m curious to find out.”
Brother Qing Tian and Shi Han probably would not know she had been captured here; she was on her own.
She had prepared for the worst but had not abandoned hope. If given a chance, she would find a way to escape. However, one thing she could not understand was why he was so determined to exterminate the werewolf clan.
“Very well, then let’s see,” he said, turning to leave.
“Humans and werewolves have coexisted peacefully for centuries. Why must you provoke a conflict?”
Although members of the werewolf clan were gifted, they had never harmed humans.
Jonathan’s body stiffened, and he suddenly turned back. “Peaceful coexistence? What a joke! My brother lost his life at your hands. Is this what you call peaceful coexistence?”
His brother was killed by the werewolf clan? “Who was your brother? How can you be sure he was killed by a werewolf?” She needed to know.
“Jefe.”
Jefe? The moment she heard the name, Ivy’s mind seemed to flash with recognition, but she had no time to delve further.
“It was you who killed him, and I will make you all pay the price!” He spat out the words with hatred, leaving with his female assistant.
The vast room was suddenly left with only her and a few animals.
Jefe… She repeated the name in her mind, and then it dawned on her—he was a member of the “Violence Eradication Society.”
That was several years ago. The incident began when Jefe had abandoned a werewolf girl after causing her heartbreak, leading her to commit suicide. Her family, enraged, sought revenge. Had it not been for patrolling police, he would have certainly died on the spot.
Surviving a great calamity, he not only failed to reflect on his own faults but also blamed others, vowing to eradicate werewolves. This obsession with vengeance had brought about his own downfall, leading to his untimely death.
He did die at the hands of werewolves, but he brought it upon
- Writer
