Chapter 11: Is This a Conspiracy?

"Grrr!" Layla struggled slightly, clearly expressing her displeasure at being carried in such a manner.

"Ungrateful pup, I am your master!" Bridget chuckled lightly, swaying the hand that held Layla's neck, causing the small wolf's body to swing like a pendulum in a grandfather clock.

Layla was furious enough to bristle, although her body was now just a small clump of fur. But she was still a proud and mighty wolf! Why did this detestable person show no respect for a magnificent creature like her!

Of course, she completely forgot that in Bridget's eyes, she was just a wolf devoid of spiritual sense and shapeshifting power. To this world, ordinary creatures were the lowest, the very bottom of the food chain.

Bridget failed to see the dissatisfaction in the young wolf's eyes. He carefully held his pet close and headed towards his tribe.

The werewolf warriors cheerfully used their claws to slice the prey they had just brought down, then divided it among themselves. They split into two groups, one to carry the meat back, the other to surround and protect the first group while fighting. They were extremely cautious, as this was their food reserve for the long and harsh winter ahead.

"Leader! This trip has started off smoothly, which direction would you like to go next?" a werewolf rushed to Bridget upon seeing him, accidentally glancing down at his leader's hands. Confronted with the curious blue gaze, the werewolf suddenly fell silent, forgetting what he was about to say.

The only thought in his mind was… Is their leader holding a wild animal? Has he ever fancied keeping a pet before???

Layla hated her own perceptive mind. Because she understood the bewildered look of the strange werewolf facing her.

She wanted to bite him for thinking she was just a pet. But in reality… Bridget was indeed keeping her as one.

Unable to speak, and lacking the strength to fight back with her limbs, she was truly in distress!

Layla lay deflated, burying her head in Bridget's large hand, not wanting to see anything else.

She was hurt. She needed time to recover.

The image of the small wolf curled up in his hand inadvertently piqued Bridget's interest. He wanted to touch the soft fur, lovingly stroking the little wolf's head to satisfy his fondness.

However, just as Bridget was about to act, one of his subordinates ran up and interrupted.

"Leader!!! Ju has found traces of the Three-Legged Parrot!"

The Three-Legged Parrot was a monster that lived only in the North, mutated so that its body was as large as a great tree, its colorful feathers thick and hard as steel. Its three sturdy, water-filled legs served as water reservoirs for its body. This monster was not only tasty and nutritious, its feathers were also prime materials for making thermal armor. A creature good for eating, drinking, and clothing.

Therefore, the Three-Legged Parrot is highly sought after and prioritized for hunting. However, its versatility is matched by its ferocity and strength.

Do you have the courage to hunt the Three-Legged Parrot? No problem. But if you still have a life to return, it proves you are truly skilled.

First, you need to break through its incredibly hard layer of feathers, then dodge its venom.

Layla had heard of this beast. What she couldn't understand was why a feathered monster that could spit venom loved to crush others with its giant feet and had a penchant for shiny things.

Indeed, the Three-Legged Parrot loved anything that sparkled; it would take its favorite items back to its nest and keep them. Layla could imagine the monster's cave being vast and filled with treasures, no different from a dragon's lair.

Of course, it wasn't until she actually entered a dragon's lair that Layla realized she should apologize to dragons for misunderstanding the level of luxury in their lairs.

Back to the battle.

Bridget was excited about his next prey, his golden eyes deepening and shimmering in the dark night. His silver hair, blown by the wind, made him look more wild and masculine. He smirked cunningly, looked at his bewildered comrades, and said:

"Hey, everyone! A splendid feast has presented itself. What are you waiting for? Turn it into a delicious meal for this cold winter!!!"

Originally, the werewolves under Bridget's command were worried, as the beast was difficult to deal with. They already had enough food reserves, and it didn't seem wise to risk a large number of tribal members.

But why should they fear? They had their leader, the strongest werewolf of their tribe, who had never been defeated!

Everyone immediately boosted their morale, Layla could clearly see them becoming more agile and enthusiastic. It seemed that Bridget truly was a god in their eyes; with him there, everyone felt fearless.

The reaction of his subordinates pleased Bridget. He set his little wolf down and said, "Stay here, wait for your master to return victorious."

She watched his confident smile, the sturdy back of the man gradually moving out of her sight. Although she wanted to complain to him that she was not his pet, she had to admit, this man was very attractive. From his strength, physique to his aura, everything was captivating.

If she hadn't been sabotaged, Layla might have wanted to ally with him.

Layla was deep in thought. Because of this, she did not notice a shadowy figure slowly approaching her with ill intent.

"Grrr!!!", Layla growled the moment she detected something quickly approaching where she was standing, her small body swiftly jumping to one side.

She warily watched a werewolf standing not far from her. At the spot she had just escaped from, a long, sharp knife was embedded.

Looking at the man who was frantically searching around, holding a stick handle with traces of having something tied to it, it was clear that the knife belonged to the weapon in his hand.

Layla stared at the confused face of the man who had thrown the knife towards her. For some reason, she felt his face was deceitful. Her body automatically tensed, like a wild beast preparing for its battle.

However, as Layla entered a combat state, the man listlessly walked away, looking disappointed at losing his favorite weapon.

Layla frowned, watching every normal movement of his, afraid that if she was even slightly inattentive, he would turn around and attack her immediately.

Yet, when he disappeared into the dense foliage, nothing happened. Her heart, still pounding wildly, did not settle down.

She pursed her lips, trusting her instincts. She had escaped danger many times thanks to her instincts. She didn't believe that just becoming a wolf could degrade her intuition!

Boom!!!

Prepared, Layla quickly dodged to one side, looking in the direction from which the log was thrown at her.

Seeing the man with a gloomy face coldly holding a hammer walking towards her, she knew for sure, her instincts were correct.