"Thunk." The sound of an arrow piercing flesh was faint yet distinct. My steps finally halted, and a tall figure blocked my path at a speed nobody expected.Time slowed to a crawl. My vision was filled with Klaus's handsome face. His sharp nose brushed against my cheek, his golden eyes gazing at me as if he had something to say.His silver hair scattered around my ears, and Klaus's scent filled my nostrils. He leaned heavily against me, his face turning pale. He collapsed on my shoulder as if he had fainted.On his back, I saw the long arrow with white feathers.Ron's arrows were made of silver, the most harmful metal to werewolves. Silver intensified our pain receptors. Even the mightiest alphas would briefly lose control of their bodies after being hit.For us in this crisis, that brief moment determined victory or defeat.I used all my strength to support the collapsing Klaus, letting his head rest on my shoulder. His chest still rose and fell with breath, and at this moment, the g
I stared blankly at Klaus as he spoke. In just a short moment, he seemed to recover from the pain of being shot. He straightened his back once again, completely disregarding the slowly bleeding wound."Klaus, you actually..." Scarface looked at Klaus in shock as he stood tall again. Intimidated by Alpha Klaus's authority, Scarface even took a few steps back involuntarily.Ron, who was just boasting moments ago, instantly wiped the smile off his face, and the werewolves who were praising Ron fell silent. They avoided eye contact with Klaus, clearly afraid."Klaus, this isn't your territory. I am the Alpha here," Ron's face darkened. He seemed provoked by Klaus's words just now. "As long as she hasn't left the hunting ground, she's my slave.""I can discipline her however I want, and you can't touch her," he added."Is that so? Then you can try," Klaus said in a low voice.Behind this back, I could see a streak of blood forming on Klaus's back from the wound, glaringly red. Sweat trickl
"Klaus! Alpha Klaus!"I hastily dismounted from the horse to check on him. Klaus lay unconscious on the ground, his face pallid, his eyes shut tight, showing no response to my calls."What do I do? Klaus, what do I do?" I muttered to myself.I held his body tightly. Unlike before, his skin now felt cold, devoid of the previous warmth, making my trembling hands shiver. I touched the wound on his back, where the blood had dried into purple scabs. If not for the faint but steady rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought I was holding a corpse.But I knew that even though he was an Alpha, his body wouldn't hold up for much longer.I had to help him. It was as if someone had given me an irresistible command in my mind. I didn't know why I thought like this, but... I just knew I couldn't abandon him out here in the wilderness. It was no different from killing him."Where are we? Is anyone there?" I shouted as loud as I could, but the vast mountains echoed no response.This wasn't the
"Who... who are you?" My mind was a bit slow to react, and my first instinct upon seeing this man was to cautiously take a step back.Why had the surroundings suddenly turned into a castle?Though this man had a gentle smile on his face, I felt extremely nervous."Haha, Emilia, I will introduce myself to you, but not right now." The red-haired man chuckled. With a snap of his fingers, the black crow suddenly flew out from the corner of the room, landing on the man's shoulder."Caw—caw—caw"The black crow affectionately rubbed its head against the man's cheek, its ink-black eyes squinting slightly as it continued to emit coarse caws."Oh, my poor little one, you've worked hard." The red-haired man seemed to thoroughly enjoy the crow's affection, gently stroking its feathers with his slender fingers."Of course, don't worry, you will be rewarded." The red-haired man spoke gently, then extended his finger into the crow's gaping beak.The crow's sharp beak pierced his finger, and red bloo
"Clang."That damn silver arrowhead that caused Alpha Klaus to pass out, along with the strange gray liquid flowing from it, dropped onto the floor with a crisp sound.Long fingers picked up the arrowhead from the floor, and the redhead man carefully examined it through his glasses for a moment. "It's tainted with a special poison, no wonder Klaus looks like this now."The top of the arrowhead had a strange green stain, shimmering with an ominous light. As he spoke, the black crow carried a glass bottle in its slender beak, refilling it with the gray liquid oozing from the wound, then flapped its wings to put the medicine bottle back in place.I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Klaus's complexion finally regain some color. His dark purple lips gradually returned a bit of rosy hue, but he still lay unconscious on the bed."This arrowhead is poisoned?" I repeated the words of the redhead man dumbly, suddenly recalling the reason why I still couldn't shift. Could the cup of water Ron
The brass handle turned gently in my hand, and the wooden door creaked with age as it opened. Inside the entire clock tower was dimly lit, but I could still make out the long wooden spiral staircase in the center.Taking down the lantern hanging outside the clock tower, I lit it softly, casting a faint glow on the small area of floor beneath my feet."Creak..." I held the lamp, carefully stepping on the dust-covered wooden steps of the spiral staircase. They groaned under my weight, making me hyper-aware. I feared that if these boards broke, I'd be stranded.The spiral staircase wasn't long, and I cautiously made my way to the top. There was only a tightly closed mahogany door at the end. It had no handle, and as I pressed against it, the uneven texture felt strange. I pushed gently, and the door opened slowly.I extended the lantern in my hand forward. Light spilled into the room, illuminating the wooden floor and brown carpet inside the door. I pushed the wooden door open a bit more
"Search everywhere! Don't let a single werewolf slip past!"The leader roared, his black cloak swirling around him. The soldiers' lanterns, held high, resembled crawling dragons weaving through the darkness of the castle, closing in on the master's room."Don't stay here any longer! They'll be here any moment!""Where else can we go? Our son is so young! Do you want him to become a rogue? He'll die!""If you don't leave now, it won't be long before he dies with us. Leave now, he still has a chance!""Why, why can't our family leave together?"Sharp female voices clashed with male tones, flooding into my ears. I rubbed my ears and eyes, realizing I was behind a door, and in front of me, a boy who looked no more than five years old was squatting.The boy sat straight in front of me. He had pale hair and golden eyes, but his face lacked the liveliness of a child, listening expressionlessly to the arguing and crying behind the door.Approaching the boy slowly like a ghost, I realized ther
"Klaus?"At the moment I saw him open his eyes, I thought the real Klaus had awakened before me. But soon, I realized he had merely emerged from the throes of passion, still not entirely rational.His strength was immense. With just one hand, he firmly held my waist, forcing me to rely entirely on him."So fragrant," he murmured, his head lowering slowly as his nose glided over my neck, his husky voice hinting at a beastly desire."Klaus?" His breath brushed heavily against my skin, stirring up a wave of heat. I stiffened my body, trying to maintain some distance in his embrace, trembling as I spoke, "You know who I am, right? I'm Emilia, your slave."I looked at Alpha Klaus. His golden eyes lacked the sharpness they had in consciousness, devoid of any hint of reason.Klaus didn't reply. He controlled my body, pressing me into the narrow gap between him and the mattress. His straight nose kept sniffing at my face, behind my ears, and even my eyelashes. I concealed the knife in my hand