Chapter 225
Chapter 225 The Carrier
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Tempest Pack.
Ulrich, barely alive after his escape, glared darkly at the wolf doctor before him. “Check again. You must have made a mistake!”
“Alpha…”
The wolf doctor, caught in his grip, looked more terrified than if he were in the devil’s hands.
“This… this can’t be wrong. You–you really have been infected with the Lupine virus.”
The words had barely left his mouth before Ulrich kicked him savagely, sending him sprawling across the floor, groaning in pain.
“Impossible. How could this be possible?”
Ulrich couldn’t accept it. He felt fine–he had made it out of Sineville alive, even flown back on his private jet without incident. How could he be infected?
He himself had overseen the research into the virus. He knew exactly how it worked.
Those infected with the Lupine virus burned with fever for three days, writhing in pain from head to toe. If he really had it, he shouldn’t have even been able to leave the mountain alive, much less return to Tempest Pack.
So when he came back, he thought he was one of the lucky ones. Yes, he had coughed up blood after passing through the contaminated lab, but nothing more. He believed the Moon Goddess must have blessed him, spared him,
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But now the doctor was telling him he was infected?
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“Fuck!” Ulrich collapsed to the ground, laughing and weeping at once. He couldn’t tell if he was fortunate or cursed. Fortunate to still be breathing. cursed because the infection had caught him after all.
Suddenly, he thought of the witch who had helped develop the virus. He scrambled to call her.
“Can you make an antidote for the Lupine virus?” His voice shook with
urgency.
She had already told him countless times that this was a dreadful, incurable virus. Still, Ulrich clung to a sliver of hope. He wasn’t ready to die.
But the witch’s voice came back cold. “I told you long ago–this virus has no
cure.”
Then, after a pause, she pressed, “And the final payment for my work–why hasn’t it been transferred yet?”
Her indifference nearly shattered him. Grinding his teeth, Ulrich roared, “Research? What research? I’m infected, damn it! Make me a cure now!”
The line went silent.
At last, the witch spoke again. “I’m sorry. I can’t. And since you’ve cut off funding, I won’t continue the work either. Take care, Alpha Ulrich.”
With that, she hung up. When Ulrich tried to call back, her phone was already switched off.
“That bitch!” Ulrich howled, hurling his phone against the wall.
The wolf doctor, still trembling on the floor, said timidly, “Alpha, it’s possible your body is… special. You may be naturally immune. That means you’re a carrier. You won’t suffer the virus’s effects yourself, but you can pass it on to others. If you’re careful not to spread it, you could still live a normal life!”
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“A normal life?”
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Ulrich gave a cold, broken laugh. Step by step, he approached the doctor, then clamped his hand around the man’s throat. In the doctor’s terrified gaze, Ulrich snarled, “How could I ever have a normal life again?”
He snapped the man’s neck without hesitation. No one could know he was infected.
When it was done, Ulrich sank to the floor, staring up at the round, glowing moon. At last, he made his decision.
He picked up a new phone and dialed Flame Pack’s alpha, Loch.