3. Summon Alpha Werewolf

Laura glanced at the food briefly before turning away, unable to hold back uncontrollable vomiting. Her stomach churned, threatening to expel everything. Yet, she could only dry heave, feeling even more wretched and helpless.

"I thought raw meat might not be to your liking, Kathy kindly arranged a banquet for you. What's wrong?"

John Barlow's cold voice echoed from above. Laura didn't need to turn around to know he was embracing Kathy and watching the spectacle. His voice and presence filled her with disgust and hatred. She wished she could break free from his humiliation and harassment immediately.

But reality was harsh: she couldn't escape.

The wolves had already begun gnawing on the remains of the food. They didn't seem to mind the taste or odor of the food; they simply chewed and swallowed mechanically.

Laura's stomach twisted, aching deeply, as if it were being tied into knots. Her senses faded gradually, the feeling of impending collapse looming. Yet, she understood she couldn't just give in. She had to hold on, to persist! Her life's purpose now was vengeance! She refused to succumb to humiliation, fueling her determination with fiery rage.

Crawling over, she picked up a half-eaten steak, previously gnawed by wolves. Her eyes reflected unwavering resolve; she wouldn't yield to torment and disgrace!

She'd rather eat what wolves touched than anything fed by those wretches.

"Oh, my word! Look at her! She's a real lowlife, scavenging food from animals!"

The nobles' mockery echoed endlessly, yet inwardly, Laura smirked without pause. Her resolve was firm; she couldn't starve before seeking revenge.

"Laura, you'll eat anything wolves have nibbled on. You've never let me down," Kathy Legoza chuckled hysterically.

"What's the matter?" Laura looked up, meeting Kathy's gaze defiantly.

"Can't bite back the man I've bitten?" Her retort silenced the noble laughter momentarily, her words sharp and clear.

Kathy paused, then erupted in fury. "Someone, hang this scoundrel!"

Several guards hurried over, wary of the wolves, and tied Laura to a cross-like stake, allowing the guards to whip her until Kathy's satisfaction was met.

Mid-torment, pain overwhelmed Laura, and she blacked out. Upon awakening, she found herself alone, bloodied on the ground. The wooden stake lay toppled, as if she and the stake fell together. Their tormentors had departed.

Her clothes were in tatters, knees scraping against the ground, revealing bone. She dared not inspect her body further.

Numb, Laura dipped her fingers in her blood, painstakingly etching the image etched in her memory onto the ground.

Stroke by stroke, she meticulously outlined the ancient formation from the book until it lay complete before her.

After a brief pause, nothing occurred, only a gentle breeze passing through.

"It's all a lie," she snorted and muttered to herself, "This talk of spirits and gods is just a crutch for the weak and incompetent."

Laura Legoza, you're such a fool. How could you believe this?

As she spoke, the wind abruptly intensified, whirling around Laura like a chilling breath.

"Are you calling for me?" She whirled around suddenly.

The moonlight vanished behind dark clouds, and the black mist ahead took on the form of a slender figure. The man wore a black robe, black hair cascading down, with red horns atop his head. His eyes, also blood-red with slanted lashes, held exquisite yet unfeminine features.

The man observed Laura briefly and spoke coldly. "Why summon a dying man?"

Laura sneered contemptuously without fear. "Kidding? How could I die?"

As she uttered these words, a searing pain engulfed her heart, causing her to double over.

In an instant, the man was at her side, grasping her waist and lifting her from the ground, their bodies pressed together. He sank his teeth into Laura's neck.

Though Laura's eyes widened, she felt no pain, only the swift departure of life. An unknown force compelled her to grasp his wrist and claw at it with her nails.

"Whether ghost or human, you won't escape if you dare to kill me!"

Her nails scratched his wrist, and the sharp teeth retracting from her neck. A blood-red light flowed over her, healing deep wounds as it passed.

Bowing his head to Laura, his voice laced with a caged murderous intent, he spoke, "Daring to seal a blood pact without permission... Do you understand the price?"

As he spoke, his sharp teeth were already touching Laura's wrist.

"I have nothing left, so I fear no loss."

Laura stared at him with a completely indifferent expression.

"Humans trade with me at the cost of flesh and blood."

He looked at Laura, trying to catch the girl's fear with this remark.

But the girl in front of him suddenly laughed, as if he had said something very stupid.

"Flesh and blood? If I can't take revenge, what use is this flesh and blood to me?"

The next moment, her smile vanished and her eyes were filled with coldness and anger that did not belong on her sweet face.

"Just my flesh and blood. Eat it."

Laura moved her arm closer to his mouth again.

"I'm full. Please kill someone for me."

Then she saw him smile, his eyes darkening with unrestrained joy.

"Miss, you are fascinating, so, I think I can play with you."