Gabriel flung the gun to the ground and turned, only to find ten or eleven beta hunters already on their knees, trembling and begging for mercy.
His gaze shifted to Karmen, who appeared shaken but unscathed.
"Answer my questions truthfully," Gabriel commanded, "and I may consider sparing you all, unlike this one," he added, nodding toward the lifeless body sprawled on the floor.
The man at the center stammered, "W-we hunt betas… down."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Why?" he asked sharply. "Aren't you all wolves yourselves?"
The man swallowed hard. "We were cast aside… deemed useless by our pack. So we joined an organization that hunts betas. Please, Your Highness, spare us. We swear we won't ever do this again."
"Who created this organization?" Gabriel asked.
The man on his knees trembled under Gabriel's intense gaze. "W-we call him Master, Your Highness. None of us have ever seen his face. We're only given tasks… and paid to carry them out."
