Chapter 117 Boone's Death

　　Freya's POV

　　Late at night, I abruptly awoke, sensing a cold breeze seeping in from outside...

　　"Freya, open the balcony door," a voice echoed persistently in my mind.

　　I clenched my fists tightly, resisting the compelling command that echoed repeatedly.

　　Yet, the more I concentrated on resisting the intrusive voice, the more violently my head throbbed, as if my brain were on the verge of exploding...

　　Suddenly— a fishy sweetness surged in my throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

　　With blood still lingering at the corner of my mouth, my body had instinctively moved to the balcony's edge and unlocked it.

　　A shadowy figure entered, shrouded in the night's cold, promptly closing the curtains.

　　"What a beauty," remarked the visitor, revealed to be Boone, the Gamma of the Black Wolf Pack.

　　Anger flashed in my eyes. "Boone, if you must kill me, do it now."