CH173 Gift; Dying Will
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However, that begged another problem.
'Possession requires the Wendigo to sacrifice much of its corporeal body. It's a self-mutilating technique that often leads to the Wendigo's death shortly after. It wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary...
'...Or unless it truly hated its target.'
A flicker of realisation passed through Alex's eyes.
He glanced at the Wendigo—its gaze hadn't once strayed toward Fen or Udara. Its glowing eyes, burning with primal rage and bottomless hatred, were locked solely on him.
'Come to think of it, the Badger was also fixated on me,' he recalled. 'Am I the one it hates?'
'But why? I haven't done anything to—'
Alex's thoughts froze.
No. He had done something.
Something a Wendigo would likely never forgive.
"I see... so that's why," he muttered aloud. "No good deed goes unpunished."
A bitter smile crept across his lips.
