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." 　　"I will kill you, but not yet," Boone chuckled softly. "Right now, someone wishes to see you, and I must bring you to