"Ability users don't just have different powers," Darius explained. "Their powers also feed their wolf power and make their bodies even stronger. Normal weapons rarely work on them. So I asked my people to create a full set of gear made just to deal with mutant werewolves." He paused for a moment, then added, "But it only works on regular ability users." "You mean once an ability evolves or gets stronger, this gear might become useless?" Thora asked. She caught the meaning in his words right away. Darius raised a brow and smiled. "You're sharp. You caught on immediately." Thora didn't respond. She only stared at him with a cold, steady gaze. Darius let the smile fade and spoke seriously. "With the resources I control, there are plenty of people in Chaules who want me dead. Some groups even send ability users specifically to handle it. If I don't prepare, you might never have a mate in this lifetime..." Thora was speechless. She simply blocked out the flirty part of his sentence. Still, she knew he was right. Last time at Sky Casino, Dorian had three ability users with him. It made sense that Darius would prepare for threats like this. And it seemed the upper class wasn't surprised by the existence of ability users. Over the past two years, while she traveled the world with Wolffang, she had met quite a few of them. Of course, "quite a few" was relative. In reality, there weren't many at all. "You're my mate. Of course, I'll have people protecting you from the shadows," Darius said firmly. Thora didn't show anger or happiness, but her eyes burned with irritation. He always made decisions for her. She didn't need his protection. "You also have an ability, right?" Darius suddenly lowered his voice. His eyes grew darker. "When did you awaken it?" Thora didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "Then what about you?" She had never sensed an ability wave coming from him before, but she always knew he wasn't simple. It had nothing to do with his status. It came from her instincts, honed over years of hunting. Their eyes met, and the air instantly froze. Thora remained calm, but she watched him closely. Darius's gaze was deep and unreadable. His brows twitched slightly. A faint ripple spread from him—one only an ability user could feel. His ability was powerful, nearly on par with Thora's. At first, Thora was only surprised. But when she fully sensed that power, her expression shifted. Darius slowly pulled back his ability, then smiled at her. "Are you satisfied now?" "You really are an ability user," Thora said. She didn't ask what type he had.His ability wave felt steady, calm, and without attack. It clearly wasn't a combat-type power. Darius didn't deny it. Instead, he offered the answer on his own. "My ability is..." He locked eyes with her and said, "Regeneration." Thora's pupils tightened. Regeneration. She knew that ability well. It didn't belong to any normal category, and it was extremely rare. At high levels, it could even bring dead things back to life. It was close to breaking the rules of nature itself. Her mind instantly jumped to Marlon waking up from his coma. So Darius must have been the one who saved Marlon. "Thora." Her thoughts snapped back.Darius lowered his eyes for a second to steady himself. When he looked at her again, his expression was solemn. "Remember this. I'm Darius. My ability is Regeneration." If one day his mind was ever swallowed by "the other him," he wanted Thora to recognize the real Darius—the one who would always protect her.