“H-how come?” Beta Symon stuttered as he lowered himself onto the closest sofa.
As his eyes wandered the tiles, Symon then became curious about Alpha Rune’s reaction.
So he looked up.
The Alpha was staring at the woman like he wanted to know more for the sake of loving her deeply and not to accuse her.
“Murder?” Alpha Rune asked, his eyes a bit dilated. “That’s very intriguing.”
The woman faced the Alpha, her frown very deep. “Intriguing? I… I killed people, Rune.”
“P-people?!” Symon almost choked on saliva. “Not one. Or two. People?! Woman, what exactly are you?”
“It just happened.” She shrugged.
Symon became certain that Rose had to be something related to what the humans called a psychopath.
Even as a werewolf with a natural thirst for that sweet taste of the crimson flui
