Chapter 154: Goodbye, Cullen
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Fergus chuckled at how Cullen was denying the obvious even as it was right in front of him. "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, dear Cullen. I’m not like the others. I can mask my presence entirely, blend in with any creatures for as long as I need to."
Cullen’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. He knew he was completely outmatched. This wasn’t the weak boy he’d been tormenting. This was a predator, a creature of the night who could tear him to shreds with a flick of his wrist.
"Whatever you are," Cullen snarled, trying so hard to snap out of his shock, "I’ll still take you down. I’ll rip your head off."
Fergus threw his head back and laughed, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the room. "Try it, Cullen," he challenged, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "But be warned, failure is rarely a pleasant experience for those who defy me."
What usually gave Fergus the edge always was the shock that distracted every single one of his victims. They were usually too shocked to do anything at first and when their survival instincts kicked in, it’d be too late.
He watched Cullen clench his fists while his fear began to morph into defiance. He knew he was outmatched, but giving up wasn’t in his nature. Just as he was about to lunge, the usual rupture of growls that werewolves let out when they were about to shift boomed.
Damn. The idiot would attract attention. Fergus clenched his fists. Thankfully, this wasn’t an apartment building, so the noises might not be really heard. Still, he needed to get this done with as he would have to clean the mess too.
He could see that the urge to shift, to unleash his wolf form, was overwhelming for Cullen.
Fergus’ smile widened. "That’s right, Cullen," he purred. "Shift all you want. But remember, some prisons are inescapable."
The moment Cullen focused on the shift, Fergus sped to him and gave a hard blow on Cullen’s spine, making a searing pain erupt through his body.