Chapter 64 - 63. Contest

Eden stared at Connor, eyes shining with excitement. The agent looked at him and shook his head before chuckling. The male omega's eyes were twinkling with anticipation and a grin crept up the corners of his mouth causing dimples to appear on either side of his cheeks.

"Okay, let's do it!"

"Yes!" The blond exploded with joy and his mate accompanied his cry of joy with a tender laugh.

"You sure act carefree for somebody who has a life-threatening curse."

He walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Curious to see what he was about to do, Glen followed him and stepped aside.

His head tilted to the side as the agent pushed two travel bags to the side before slipping his hand into a corner. He heard a slight click and his eyes widened as he saw an asperity appear in the wall that was perfectly smooth the moment before. Connor took off his coat and tossed it carelessly on the bags.

He undid the buttons on his sleeves and shirt collar before rolling the sleeve of his right arm up to his elbow. His hand then moved towards the rough edges which his fingers caught and pulled out. He unveiled a case with a reflective surface.

Eden, who had joined his mate, slipped his face into the space between the two men, just as de Connor's forearm approached the box. A red light scanned the portion of skin the agent had just presented in front of the shiny surface and a series of three beeps sounded. A green light came on on the side and right after, another click, louder, was heard.

Glen who was watching the scene controlling his facial features couldn't help his widened eyes as if they were ready to leap out of their sockets. In front of him, a whole arsenal of cool steels. Connor reached out and grabbed a black bag the Alpha hadn't noticed because he was too focused on the weapons and opened it to retrieve a turtleneck running top which he stuck between his teeth before pulling off the three layers of clothing he was wearing.

The garment hugged his finely cut body, giving even more volume to the muscles of his back and pecs. He emptied his pockets and put his personal belongings in the bag before taking care of his weapons.

Connor grabbed first the straps of his weapons, he tied one to each of his thighs and one to his left forearm, then locked his chest in a harness with a magnetic circle on the back. With a passionate smile on his lips, his fingers brushed slightly the blade of a cinquedae. The slightly bluish tint of the blade indicated that the metal had been mixed with wolfsbane. A small reservoir filled with a blue liquid was located at the base of the guard, and a close glance was enough to locate the system that connected this reserve to the blade. It allowed the wearer of the blade to unleash a lethal dose of poison during combat.

Connor tucked a dagger on each of the straps around his thighs and another on his forearm, then grabbed a dao whose sturdy, single-edged blade shone the same blue reflections as the other weapons.

The flared blade and its delicate curve were a real masterpiece as well as were the handle and the simplicity of the design which was enhanced by a fine matt gray lacquer. The agent stared at his dao and turned the blade which he placed between his torso and Eden.

The completely fascinated Omega continued to stare at Connor as he prepared to hunt the rogues with them. With a smooth movement of his wrist, he twirled the blade around his hand. Glen's hand gripped his mate's shoulder tightly, and he pulled Eden back away from the mesmerizing dance of poisoned metal as he pressed him against his chest.

"Anw, you're not fun, Glen."

"You're too reckless," retorted the alpha, still focused on the movements of his hand.

Connor's eyes moved away from the sword and he looked at the couple in front of him. Eden continued to look at the man with sparkling eyes and a smirk raised a corner of the agent's mouth. He turned his wrist sharply, breaking the elegant dance of the weapon, the edge of the blade was now aimed at the two werewolves in front of him. He retrieved the handle in his palm and suddenly lowered the sword. The speed of the gesture made the hissing air vibrate and freshly cut hair fell slowly as if they were suspended in the air.

The alpha who didn't flinch glared at his friend.

"I swear you're gonna pay for my new haircut." Eden chuckled at his dominant's comment and moved away to stand next to Connor.

"Don't be such a sissy. It's just hair, they will grow back. "

"So it's all right if you're the next one?" He narrowed his eyes, already aware of the response from the omega who was starting to laugh nervously.

The blonde touched his silky hair, the shimmering curls of which showed the attention he gives to their care.

"N-No. I-I'll pass, " Glen said, turning his face away. Connor chortled and with one last movement, brought the blade closer to the magnetic circle behind his back. Drawn in by the object's power, the blade stuck to the circle and the man had his hands free again.

Curious to see the man's stats now that he was equipped, Eden opened his system and the screen appeared before her eyes. He concentrated on bringing up the WIA member's data.

[Connor Everett, level 35.

Race: Human.

Type: Skinwalker

Class: Assassin

Code name: Red

Stats: strength: 875/1000 +1000

Speed: 946/1000 +1200

Agility: 994/1000 +1500

Intelligence: 972/1000

HP: 450/450

Skills: Martial Arts, Swordsmanship

Equipped Items: Wolfsbane daggers, high grade x3

Wolfsbane sword 'Dao', Artifact x1]

It wasn't a huge difference, but he had never seen a human in combat, let alone one with the skills of an assassin. He was curious to see the man move and fight. He looked distractedly at the information in front of his nose and turned to Connor.

"Why 'Red'? Where did that name come from? "

The man looked at him, surprised. He had no idea where the werewolf got this nickname given to him after one of his particularly bloody missions. Seeing his expression, Eden narrowed his eyes and patted his temple with the tip of his index finger, indicating with this silent gesture that he had had the information through his system.

The agent who had already forgotten the blond's peculiarity nodded knowingly and only winked as an answer. The couple hadn't told the Soul healer about Eden's system was a few steps away. Silent, but sill here. Her expression showed no clue. Did she realize that this was a code to leave her in the dark? Was she really in the dark? Eden had no idea, but playing it safe didn't cost anything.

The male omega didn't want everyone to know that he had a system in his head that had been granted to him by the Moon Goddess herself.

Now that they were all ready, the three men turned towards the forest, eagerness dripping from their eyes. The movements of the rogues had receded and they could hardly pick up any noise.

Seeing that she couldn't stop the testosterone flaunt, The Elder sighed.

"At least that will allow us to comb the perimeter in a more active way. We have to find the exact position of the clan. Remember, this is a territory where the werewolves are magically driven back.

As soon as you feel something pushing you in the opposite direction, or if your senses are suddenly numbed and you find yourself wandering aimlessly, it means that you've crossed the borders of Skinwalker territory. "

"Got it!" Connor and Glen answered at the same time.

With his hand on his chin, Eden was thinking. He scanned the forest, then his mate and the agent who gave him their attention.

"Let's have a contest!" The blond exclaimed with a joy that clashed with the rogue hunt they were about to embark on. "I want to know who's stronger."

Glen made a face and crossed his arms over his chest. The alpha didn't want to go up against his mate and lose face again, but to shirk would be cowardly. He looked at Connor who shrugged, indifferent.

"What are the rules?" The dominant simply asked.

"Pretty easy! Whoever kills the most enemies wins. No restrictions, including taking the prey of his opponent. "

When he heard the rule, a mischievous smile twisted Glen's lips. Connor, who knew his friend like the back of his hand, just had time to scream.

"Don't let him go!"

Just as the last word slipped out of his mouth Glen rushed for the trees. He turned before stepping between two logs, a smirk lighting up his face.

"Why can't we let him go ahead?"

The omega was confident in his victory and couldn't see how having his alpha gone first could be a problem. Connor, meanwhile, made no secret of his irritation at his friend's lack of fair play. Not that he hadn't thought of doing something similar. He regretted the delay of his reaction and feared that the most dangerous one would go first because the alpha would spoil their fun by leaving them only corpses poisoned by his toxin.

"You don't know about his toxin, do you?"

Eden tilted his head to the side with an ingenuous expression on his face and the agent sighed before smiling, patting him on the top of his hair.

"You're such a pure one, Eden. It's so sad that your Goddess gives you that alpha, but don't worry. Big Brother will be there for..."

Slap. The sound of Eden's hand pushing back Connor's hand echoed clearly. The omega glowered at Connor who was staring at him open-mouthed.

"Don't badmouth my mate."

"Anw, so cute! He's acting rebellious. But we're talking about the mate who leaves behind so he can beat you do you, you know? "

The werewolf's dark gaze intensified and Connor's eyes sparkled. He liked the fiery temper of the blonde threatening him. He could fight back and the agent knew they were meant to get along. Glen couldn't have been better as a mate.

Focused on their exchange, Eden let out a growl to warn the agent not to continue.

His gaze gauged Connor whose aura started to expand around him. The werewolf's eyes were shining with anticipation. That's what he wanted to see.

He didn't need to use his system to know the agent's stats were increasing. His smile matched that of the light brown-haired man and a voice interrupted them.

"Just to tell you that while you're playing Who's Bigger, the Alpha has already killed three of these morons." Her clawed index finger pointed towards the forest.

"Oh, shit." Connor cursed and immediately broke contact and rushed towards the forest. Just before he disappeared between two logs, his hand had grasped the dagger that was on his forearm. His ear had caught growls behind him but the man continued to run.

His gaze was locked forward, scanning every corner to avoid missing a potential target. Just as he spotted a dark grey furry wolf to his right, he used the trunk of a tree to change direction. The wolf was running to join other werewolves who were further ahead. Connor watched the blade turn so it perfectly hugged his palm. He was about to land on his target and stab him with his blade when a golden wolf collided with the grey, which hovered several yards before ending his run in a tree. The agent stopped his movement and took two steps back.

Eden turned his head to the agent and the latter swore to have seen the wolf smirk at him. He laughed as the omega resumed his course.

"How childish."