Chapter 93
I remembered, all too clearly, the report I had seen in my previous life:
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“On the 6th of January, the biology community received heartbreaking news. Dr. Zane Harvey, a young talent of only 26 years, was found dead in the wilderness near Vancouver. The scientific world mourns his loss deeply, as Dr. Harvey was renowned for his revolutionary work in genetic research. Preliminary police reports suggest foul play, though details remain under investigation…”
That news had haunted me. Zane had been more than just a brilliant mind; he had been one of the few people I had trusted with my life. And in that previous life, his death had been part of Victor’s twisted scheme. But now, with this second chance, I could change things.
Victor would never expect the trap we had prepared for him. I had specifically coordinated with some of the best warriors and strategists to be in that deserted area in Vancouver.
I had also arranged for journalists to be nearby, ready to expose the truth about the situation, should anything suspicious occur
We weren’t heading to Vancouver just to protect Zane; we were going to trap Victor in his own game.
Ethan had assembled a team of warriors, each one sharp–eyed and alert. We had setup a very good trap this time…
In this life it was all going to be different. I was sure that my fighters will ambush the killers this time and This way I would be able to save Zane and expose the real culprits behind all this chaps.
This time the win will belong to my team and we would draw our own net to prove that this time, we are the real hunters.
The rain was a constant, misty drizzle as I stepped out of the plane and onto the tarmac of Vancouver. The gray clouds hung low, and the cold, damp air felt heavy as it settled over the city. My heart thumped as I hailed a cab, my mind running through everything that had led me to this
moment.
The drive to the suburban convention center was eerily quiet, the raindrops pattering against the -window as the scenery blurred past. When I arrived, the atmosphere was strange, filled with a
restless energy that made my skin crawl.
Chapter 53
the building was impressive but understated, its architecture modern and sharp, rising from the foggy landscape like a sentinel.
Despite the weather, the parking lot was packed with expensive cars. The academic elite of the werewolf world had gathered here, lured by the promise of Zane’s groundbreaking research.
Inside, the convention hall buzzed with confusion and irritation. Academics and researchers clustered together in groups, some muttering to each other, others scrolling furiously through their phones.
A few reporters held cameras at the ready, their expressions annoyed and impatient. Zane’s absence was clearly unsettling everyone.
I pushed through the crowd, feeling the weight of curious stares. My presence here was an anomaly. and people didn’t bother hiding their suspicion.
“Who is she?” I heard someone whisper.
“No idea. She doesn’t look like she belongs in our circle,” came the response, laced with judgment.
My heart hammered as I stepped onto the small lectern and picked up the microphone, its cold surface grounding me as I took a deep breath. The chatter quieted as everyone’s attention turned to
- me.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, my voice steady but tinged with urgency. “I have an announcement to make. Just now, I received distressing news–Dr. Zane Harvey has been kidnapped on his way here.
The police have been notified, and a rescue operation is underway, but there’s been no word yet.”
For a moment, the hall was deathly silent. Then, a wave of gasps and murmurs rolled through the crowd like a tidal wave, the shock spreading visibly across each face.
The reporters instantly perked up, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward as they jostled for a better position, eager to capture every word of this unfolding scandal.
The crowd’s unease quickly morphed into anger, disbelief, and fear. Zane was more than a brilliant scientist; he was the pride of the werewolf world, a symbol of hope and progress. For him to be taken like this, by some unknown threat, was an affront to the community.
At that moment, I spotted a face in the crowd that looked as unsettled as everyone else but for an entirely different reason. Victor’s face had gone pale, his eyes darting around as if seeking an escape route. I could almost feel the frantic thoughts swirling in his mind.
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He’d heard the news of this conference only that morning, unaware of just how close his hired thugs. were to this very place. Now, his carefully laid plan was falling apart right in front of him.
The main door of the convention center swung open with a creak, drawing everyone’s attention. Zane entered, flanked by several of Moonshadow’s warriors, his face smeared with dirt and a few drying streaks of blood along his temple.
