Chapter 3

“Mom.”

 “What are we going to do, mom, are we going to die?”- My voice and body trembled in rhythm, he still hasn't harmed us.  However, both my mother had a feeling of suffocation.

 I looked at my mother, she just looked at me and pushed me away.

 My mother completely turned into a wolf, she rushed towards him like a flash of lightning, she quickly grabbed him and knocked him to the ground, she used her claws to knock him out.  Wound a long way across the chest.

 He didn't protest, which was unusual.  A feeling of fear spread in me, without thinking, quickly ran to my mother, just a few steps away, my mother and I would hold hands and run away.

 Boom, an explosion with a powerful beam of light pushed me away from my mother, my body hitting the solid wood behind me, I was still conscious.

 He turned into a real werewolf, bigger than he is now, hair all over his body, and my mother ran to shield me, growling, howling loudly.

 I can't see anymore, the feeling is now half pain and fear, but I still want to help my mother in some way, I'm just too weak.

 Mary looked at the werewolf in front of her eyes with a hateful look, hating not being able to tear him apart.

 She shouted angrily, “Get out of the way!”

 The person just smirked, he shook his head with a crackling sound from the bones, he didn't put Mary in his eyes, Mary knew he was seeing her as a mouse to play with.  At least Mary can still buy time to protect her lovely daughter.

 He whistled, saying to Mary in a tone of mockery mixed with petty: “Come, come!”

 Mary sprints towards him, widening her jaws to reveal sharp teeth.  Before he could bite him, he disappeared for a while, he was behind Mary, using his feet to break the door and knock Mary away.

 Blood splattered all over the wet ground, of course it came from this poor mother.  Mary's body lay still on the ground, she endeavored to open her eyes, tried to get up, she didn't want anyone to hurt her daughter.  Her legs were shaking with every wave, her whole body had no strength, she thought she was going to die.

 You know, never look down on a mother, despite their fragile appearance, if you just lose the hair of their child, as a mother of course you will not be at peace.  Okay.

 Mary is also a mother, she will sacrifice everything to protect her child, she herself did not expect to be able to stand up majestically and growl.  She could sacrifice this little life for her daughter's slim chance to live.

 She rushed towards him, Mary was determined to protect her daughter, it appears that this time god was not on her side, time, and time again he played the game of disappearing and then appearing above, behind , invisibility made her exhausted even more exhausted.

 “Where are you? Coward, playing hide-and-seek? I'll definitely tear you apart, you bastard.”

 In the dark cellar, with only the light from the candles, echoed a hoarse laugh that was terrifying.  Mary looked around hoping to find his location, but wasn't aware that there was a sharp knife from above headed straight for her, the one wielding this knife was none other than Lars Rochambeau, one of the seven strong people.  This empire.  Not only was he a werewolf with the strongest MANA, but he was also known for his exploits in the career of hunting humans.  Yes, he is cruel and cruel to humans, but rumors say that he only drowns people in water to suffocate, burns a living person…

 This Lars guy will, of course, kill all humans and half human blood, he likes to play, but when he gets bored, he will kill his prey immediately.

 The point of the spear pierced Mary's head, with such a fatal blade, the daughter did not have a chance to see her daughter one last time.  She just fell backwards, lying in a pool of her blood, unable to close her eyes.

 She is dead, but not her soul!  Likewise, she was still here, attempting to shield this poor child with her transparent hands.  How could she resist this law, a soul could not touch the body of a living person?  What can Mary do?  Screaming, no one heard, if she was alive, her and her daughter's cries for help would not help.

 Mary had tears in her eyes, her soul was fading so much that soon she would completely disappear.

 “I'm sorry, sorry! I couldn't protect you.”

 “What am I supposed to do? Iowa, wake up, at least run.”

 Finally, she vanished into the air, the only remnants of which were invisible tears that fell on Iowa.

 At this time, the crazy Lars appeared to go to Mary's corpse, he went around the body.  Mouth constantly muttering, laughing madly:

 “You know I'm boring to play with you. You have the heart of a respectable mother, think about it now that I cut your head off and then put your head in front of your daughter would be so much fun. Yen.  Don't worry, don't worry! Try to wait a moment, I will bring my daughter to you.”

 Just as he used magic to gently separate the head, an arrow appeared out of nowhere and pierced his back.  He couldn't feel the pain, but he knew what was on his back.

 He showed no interest in luring the stranger out, but still no one showed up.  Furthermore, he looked at Iowa, lying motionless, a smile on his lips, an amusing thought to him.

 Furthermore, he lifted Lowa's body, then dropped it on the ground. As soon as the poor little girl touched the ground, a gust of wind suddenly passed for a few seconds, caught her and hugged her whole body.

 A new feeling followed him, he thought that this person was no ordinary person.  A few seconds earlier, he was surprised at the speed of this strange man.