pαпᵈα-noνɐ1·сoМ [CAUTION TO THE LIGHT-HEARTED. THIS CHAPTER HAS CONTENT THAT WILL EXPLICITLY VIOLATE CERTAIN HUMAN RIGHTS BUT BE ADVISED THAT I DO NOT ENDORSE SUCH BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE. (Peter deserves it though, right? I mean, ahem. He should go through the legal system. That is what is encouraged.)
"Fine. He is yours for ten minutes. That's it. Nothing more. Do what you want for those ten minutes. After that, he is my toy, and I ain't sharing.", Lucas said coldly.
Praneeth nodded as he turned to look at Peter.
"Well, how weak do I look now? Unlike you, even though I may be weak now, I made a few right choices in the friends that I have, and those choices are clearly showing their superiority now.", Praneeth chuckled as he sat down in front of Peter.
Peter wanted to go back, but he couldn't. His hands were not healing like a werewolf would normally heal his wounds.
"Your wounds? Well, when someone powerful like Lucas attacks you, their residual energy will hamper the healing. It will take a while. Anyway, let us have a nice chat. You and me.", Praneeth said.
"Why do you think I would tell you, the enemy, anything?", Peter stuttered.
"Do you think that you have the luxury of separating whoever is in front of you as a friend and enemy? You don't have any friends, that is very clear. Anyways, I have very little time, but it should be enough. Someone like the marquess who has clearly been planning this for decades wouldn't be stupid enough to divulge anything important to you.", Praneeth sighed.
"Then why even ask?", Peter spit out blood towards Praneeth.
Praneeth bent back, but the blood still fell on his shirt. He calmly wiped it away with his handkerchief. He then looked back at Peter.
"Well, its not like I was expecting a docile cat. Well, let us start with how the marquess approached you. How did she know what you wanted? I mean, it was not even obvious to Lucas and the rest of your pack.", Praneeth asked him.
"F**k off.", Peter spat once more.
"Lucas. Please do the honors.", Praneeth looked at Lucas.
"Gladly.", Lucas grinned.
Lucas stepped forward and reappeared behind Peter. He was barefoot, and his feet were now all furry. Clearly, they were transformed. Claws protruded from the toes, and Lucas kicked them into Peter's back.
"Aaaagh!", Peter shouted with pain.
Lucas then proceeded to twist the foot. Peter wailed even further, and he could not hold it anymore.
"Make him stop. I will tell you what you need to know.", Peter begged.
"Lucas.", Praneeth looked at Lucas once more and nodded. Lucas sighed as he took out his foot.Â
"Well then. Your turn.", Praneeth looked back at Peter.
"I don't know how she knew about my obsession with becoming an alpha myself. She just came before me one day. I knew about her existence from my previous pack, they were a part of her organization. So I trusted her words when she said that if I killed Lucas, then I would become an alpha myself. But even after I poisoned him throughout the month with all sorts of poisons that she gave me, they didn't work. So she staged that whole fight to give me a good opportunity to kill Lucas. She then threatened to kill me if I didn't kill the rest of my pack. I was an alpha, I thought I was. I felt more powerful. Those people did not stand a chance against me and the people that she gave me for support.", Peter started spilling whatever happened like a cuckoo bird.
"I wonder how she knew that you were a part of Lucas' pack though, and that you were his right hand.", Praneeth asked.
"I was a werewolf. I went to all sorts of parties and how could I not show off the fact that I was second in a pack?", Peter said.
"Alright. Did you ever see the marquess face to face?", Praneeth asked.
"Yes I- wait a minute. I was approached by her- no. I did not see her ever. She always was behind this curtain, or behind this dark veil. It is like she didn't want anyone to see her face. I never questioned it.", Peter suddenly realized.
"Oh my god. So many red flags, and you still didn't know to run like the wind? What the hell was your criteria for choosing a second hand, Lucas? Knowing the alphabet?", Praneeth laughed.
Peter clenched his teeth.Â
"Alright. Have you ever over heard anyone say anything about something called Ragnarok?", Praneeth asked.
"Ragnarok? What are you? A kid? To believe all the stupid myths that a stupid wolf would end the world? Don't kid me.", Peter scoffed.
Praneeth slapped his own forehead. "This idiot. He really does not know what to do. Does he not understand what kind of situation he is in?", he murmured, but it was clearly audible to all the supernatural in the room.
Peter suddenly felt a chill behind him. He barely turned around before he toppled down as he lost his balance. He could see red, glowing eyes from Lucas.
"Wh- what?", he stuttered with fear.Â
"Say that again. What wolf?", Lucas spoke with a completely different voice. It was completely deep, and it was clearly Fenrir who was speaking.
"A good wolf?", Peter said hesitantly.
Lucas growled. He started inching closer to Peter. Slowly, his face started changing, and molting. Peter blinked. He could no longer see Lucas' face. It his face's place was the face of a wolf with red and glowing eyes.Â
Grrrrr
Lucas growled.
"Fenrir. Come on. A little respect for the interrogator here? I am here stuck and have spit on me. I had it much worse than an insult. Let me finish this off, and then you can do whatever you can with this, well, toy.", Praneeth said.
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