Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

Chapter 242

Clemente and Janet came dashing out of the prison and bumped right into the leader.

“Are you done talking to that prisoner? Did you get the location of that bomb?” the leader asked eagerly.

“That prisoner was dead! murdered!”

“WHAT?!” the leader cried in panic, “Impossible! This prison was heavily guarded! Permit and paperwork are mandatory at the entrance-”

Janet grabbed his shoulder urgently, “A prison guard came out about a minute ago. Where did he go?”

The leader pointed a shaky hand in a certain direction, “He went that way. But I checked his permit. He is clean-”

“Forget your stupid permit! This system doesn’t work!”

Clemente rushed forward urgently and shifted into a Lycan. Janet was at his heels, shifting into her wolf as well.

They followed the direction that the leader pointed to them and rushed outside of the castle, dashing down the mountain road.

“There is a bloody smell forward!” Clemente cried.

“That is him. Keep going!”

The full moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the rugged mountain landscape.

Their fur fluttered in the gushing wind as they picked up the speed.

In the near distance, they could already see the killer.

He was desperate and panting, stumbled over the uneven ground, the rhythmic thud.

of his footsteps echoing through the night.

They pressed on, closing upon the suspect.

Looming ahead of them was the edge of the mountain. A sheer cliff dropped into a dark abyss below.

As the three of them approached the edge, the killer realized he had reached a dead

end.

He skidded to a halt, turning to face Clemente and Janet with fear in his eyes.

“Hand over the stuff that you took from his pocket,” Clemente took a step forward and hissed.

There was a twisted grin on the killer’s face as he out a phone, “You mean this?”

“Who hired you to do this job!” Janet snapped, “Give us a name and turn over the phone! We might-”

“You what? Spare my life? I don’t think you will do that,” the killer snorted.

“No. We will make sure that you die without suffering,” Clemente bared his fangs, which gleamed coldly in the silver moonlight. “But I can see that you are looking for a fight!”

A loud growl rumbled from his throat as he lunged forward!

The killer shifted as well.

two Lycans met head on. A

them, her eyes glued to

was way stronger than the killer and she was not worried that he might

could secure that phone, which may

the killer down

killer’s face, “Was it Agnes? Just give us a name!” The killer cackled with blood

and hurled the phone off

“NO-” Clemente snarled.

forward and leaped off

reyes

as she rolled down the mountain, her eyes

caught the object in her jaws just

into the

clutched it firmly

to the cliff with

She tried to climb.

she slid with small rocks

drop was too

“JANET-”

voice came from above her

lunged to the edge, extending his upper body over the

me your hand!” he

back. Her four paws were all nailed to the cliff to stop her from

“Oh right…Wait for me!”

Lycan’s four legs were

grip, he seized Janet by the scruff of her neck and pulled her

gasped for breath. The

she breathed very

Clemente

killer. He lay by the

He was dead.

so that no one can get the name of their hirer out of mouth… Now we will never know who hired

of the permits needed for the prison.

what is in

on the phone and browsed his call lists, his inbox, his

have heard of it before….It is used for shopping on the deep web. You

that

there, she found chats between the restaurant owner and an anonymous seller. The seller sold the owner a strong poison that was designed to kill Lycans and

the owner to label the poisoned food so that it wouldn’t get mixed

showed much

seller, along with many other things, like he was going to use this poison on his obnoxious wife, mix

could finally piece the whole

to free

couldn’t do

restaurant, who

The perfect scapegoat.

sold the poison to the owner through the Deep Web and learned

parents, creating an alibi for herself, and waited on the owner’s delivery route to

get her an ice bag. She took this chance and swapped the

Keavy’s hand, whereas the clean takeout would go to the owner’s

quietly and waited for Clemente to

ruthless, perfect

look like an