Chapitre 257: The Bloodstained Wolf, Part 3

"If it's my power you're after…then why did you expel me from the pack?" I asked. 

Given what I'd just deduced about his intentions, this was the one thing that had me flummoxed. Why let me go if you were just going to drag me back into your cult of werewolves? 

"What use is a dog that wants to bite its master's hand?" Fenrisúlfr replied. 

Ah, now I understand. It was a valid point. I did want to tear his throat out with my fangs. 

"Being shunned by all of your kind, your wolf powers stagnating, hunted by the werewolves who now see you as prey," the dude was having a fun time jotting down his list of bad scenarios, "the life of an omega is but the first crucible you must undergo before true discipline can begin…" 

Oh. My. Gods. This bastard was planning to train me like I was some puppy that didn't know that peeing inside the house was bad. 

"No thanks…I've already had a harsh crucible," I growled.