I lay on the ground, feeling every part of my body aching. I now understood and saw why my boss, Alpha Benna, often called Maseno the son of the devil. He had just delivered a blow that felt like it came straight from hell itself. I struggled to catch my breath, praying inwardly that he'd let go of me.

I always expected that when he got angry, he would change, like all werewolves.

I had hope that his nails would change to claw-like structures, his canines would elongate to sharp fangs, and his skin would be covered by fur, a golden fur, because he was an Alpha, but what I...