Mira could feel her lower jaw recovering rapidly.
In a few seconds, she was brand new again.
Once she found her voice, she looked up at Rex, still holding back the pain from the transformation that was taking hold of her body. It wouldn't take long until she couldn't hold the transformation back, and she knows it.
Inhaling deeply through her nose, she tried to keep her composure.
"What do you an by under you?" She asked through gritted teeth. "Do I beco your slave?"
"I want to say no, but to be honest, you would be a slave if I wanted to. I am sort of the Original, and if you gained my power, you would have no choice but to obey ," Rex answered truthfully—he knew that the System made sure pack mbers are loyal, so in a way, she would be a slave. "But like I said, I'm not like that. I'm not a bad person."
"Even so, what's stopping you from telling to betray my own house?" Mira asked again.
Upon hearing this, Rex paused; he didn't instantly answer that question.
Not because he didn't know how to answer that question, but because of another notification.
Force the transformation? Is there any side effect?
Rex frowned when he read this.
True Werewolf…?
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