Chapter 63 The Black Hart Organization (Ii)

• In anger, Derek's groaned, gritting his teeth, trying to transform into a lycan. Transforming would help him save himself, so he thought as his face folded in mid-transformation and his fangs extracted but he still could not get near enough to slash his teeth into the man, he could only roar and snarl simultaneously. All nill, a sensation came directly to him like a tingle, he knew it was his senses communicating but lycans can't communicate psychologically on a vast radius except they are nearby. It was this enlightenment that made him smile gently, his smile and silence made Ferguson dumbstruck and as predicted, he asked.
• "What's funny? You think this is funny?" Ferguson laughed "I will enjoy knowing how transformation works from the inside of your body." He giggled at this bringing out the scissor from behind. It was glaring as sharp as a sword but Derek was not an inch scared, he instead roared and before Ferguson could take a slash on him, BAM! The entrance door flew open slamming an agent aside against the wall like a paste.
• Ferguson was scared a little but he contained it again, the agents turned and aimed their guns at the dark entrance. Standing before them in the shade was a shrouded naked figure, they could not see much of him but they could notice his gold shining eyes, they could also hear snarling and growling from the figure and soon, more glowing eyes reflected behind the figure, this realization made the agents know they were already outnumbered but Ferguson scream made them retaliate.