After the day Layla heard the news that the Western territory had changed hands, time seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, the night of the full moon had arrived.
She lay on Bridget's shoulder, appearing lazy but her eyes vigilantly observing her surroundings.
Groups of fierce werewolves were seriously patrolling their territory. This tense atmosphere reminded Layla of rumors about this cold land.
Unlike the peaceful Western territories, during the full moon, the Western werewolves held noisy festivals. At these times, single werewolves sought partners for passionate, fiery nights.
Indeed, the Western tribe was unrestrained and lacked self-control. Hence, her father, the tribe leader Baron, had repeatedly warned his subordinates. He said: "We are warriors, our duty is to stay alert, not to indulge in desires."
Her father constantly trained the werewolf warriors, rotating them between guarding and hunting duties.
However, in the eyes of the elders of the tribe, her father's efforts seemed futile. They argued that the Western territory was inherently peaceful and that enjoying life was more important than living in constant fear.
Of course, not many shared this foolish thought, but ironically, these were the influential members of the tribe.
Layla's eyes were cold. If she could regain her strength, she was determined to make the traitors pay!
In stark contrast to the tranquil Western lands, the North was a cold and dangerous place. Here, the beasts were extremely ferocious, making it akin to offering oneself to wild animals if one entered the Northern forests unprepared. Hence, everyone, from children to the elderly, was meticulously trained.
Layla had heard from various sources that the full moon nights here were not as peaceful as in the West, but the specifics remained unknown to her. It seemed that the Northern tribe had hidden their secrets well.
Currently, she saw the warriors around her in a state of high alert. Perhaps, something dangerous was about to happen on this full moon night?
She frowned, thinking that...
Her gaze shifted to the ever-serious yet beautiful face beside her.
...perhaps she needed to find a way to escape his watchful eyes.
"Leader!" A harsh voice suddenly called out. Layla turned towards the sound.
It was an elderly man, his face covered in thick beard and exuding a cold aura, clearly a seasoned warrior.
Bridget had been quietly observing the little wolf on his shoulder, amused by its curious, child-like behavior towards the world around it. Intriguing.
When the little wolf glanced at him, he quickly averted his gaze, puzzled by his own actions.
"What's the situation?" he asked as his thoughts were interrupted by the call.
The bearded man replied solemnly, "Sir, all teams have been assigned their areas!"
Bridget nodded, "Keep a close watch. No mistakes."
"Understood, leader!"
After watching his loyal subordinate leave, Bridget glanced at the little wolf on his shoulder and said, "Stay in the cave today, don't come out."
After speaking, Bridget shook his head, muttering to himself about talking to a creature that couldn't understand him. Perhaps the recent stress of battle was affecting him.
He decided to take the little wolf around the tribe for a final check, then leave it in Clara's care.
He sighed, attributing his unusual behavior to the recent tensions.
…
As night fell and the moonlight began to illuminate everything, Layla sat by the window, gazing at the gentle moonlight.
She listened to the sounds around her. The silence was unnerving, not even the sound of insects could be heard. This quietness made her heart race, sensing the calm before the storm.
Turning around, she saw Clara also tense and alert. Remembering the seriousness of the day... perhaps something dangerous was about to attack?
Just then, a distant horn sounded, echoing through the area.
Following that, Layla heard the sound of heavy footsteps. The noise was dense and heavy. She tensed up.
It was starting.
…
Bridget and his warriors tensed up, each werewolf ready for battle, gripping their weapons tightly, silently waiting for the approaching threat.
Boom! Boom!
The sound of trees falling in the distance, the heavy footsteps growing clearer.
A werewolf on the tribe's watchtower strained to see the source of the noise. His already tense face turned pale. He shouted a warning: "Mutated snow mountain goats!!!”
Bridget stared intently in the direction of the noise, estimating the number of creatures approaching. As the heavy steps came within five hundred meters, he shouted, "Attack!!!”
The members of the Northern tribe immediately sprang into action. They used their primitive bows and arrows for long-range attacks, simultaneously determining the range of the mutated animals. As soon as a roar of pain was heard, the remaining warriors quickly charged into battle.
Fortunately for them, this time the attackers were only mutated snow mountain goats, which normally gather in herds and are not aggressive. However, during the full moon, their thick white fur becomes hard and bristles like spikes.
Especially on full moon nights, these herbivores seek out the werewolf territories to attack. They are a nuisance, but compared to other ferocious beasts, they are just ordinary animals.
Although the attackers weren't particularly dangerous, facing a charging herd was not something to be taken lightly. After all, anything can happen on the battlefield.
Once Bridget identified his targets, he dashed to attack the mutated animals, leaving a trail of blood wherever he passed. He was so fast that no one could see his figure clearly.
The pungent smell of blood intensified the golden hue in his eyes, making him even more ruthless. Initially, it took three slashes to kill his prey, but gradually, a mere pass by him was enough to bring down the mutated goats.
Those around him shuddered at the sight. This was why, despite more than half of the tribe disagreeing with him, none dared to oppose or say anything that might make him relinquish his position as leader.
Because Bridget was a madman. Blood drove him crazy.
Every battle he fought was a matter of life and death. He was not afraid to die.
You might defeat the strong, but you'll never win against someone who doesn't fear death.
Life is the most precious measure, for it can only be used once.
Layla looked at the dark scenery outside the window, which was actually just a small hole in the cave wall. It couldn't be compared to a normal house window like those in the Western tribe, but at least it allowed for ventilation and a view of the distant sky.From the window, she could smell the strong scent of blood wafting in from outside. It was very pungent.This confirmed her suspicion. On full moon nights, the animals of the North went berserk and attacked the tribe living here.But why? She hadn't heard of such a problem in the Eastern or Southern regions. It could be that those areas were hiding it like the Northern tribe, or it might be that only the North experienced this issue.There were two possibilities: one, something about the Northern territory made this unique situation occur; two, the Western territory had something that protected it from these full moon attacks, so she had never known about it from childhood to adulthood.If possible, she thought she might investi
Chapter 7: The Illogical MadmanBridget shook her head in exasperation. The troublesome elders called him a madman, which he initially ignored, but now, reflecting on it, he realized it was indeed abnormal!Frustrated, he turned back towards his den. He had no reason to change himself just to please a small, pampered pet!After a few steps, he stopped. No! He was really dirty! Sleeping with such a filthy body would affect his sleep! This was a serious issue for him! It had absolutely nothing to do with the little wolf!!!With that thought, Bridget gritted his teeth and turned towards the water.Oni, busy cleaning up nearby, was rendered speechless by his leader's pacing. A sun-tanned man with fiery red hair approached him, whispering, "My friend, is our leader... in heat?"Oni glanced at the second lead scout, one of the leader's closest confidants, and his disdainful look confused the red-haired man. Puzzled, the man asked, "What's happening?"Oni tersely replied, "Mind your own busi
Bridget coldly left the two elders behind, then gently embraced his small, pitiful wolf.Before leaving, he glanced at the two elderly men lying face down behind him as a warning. His gaze was filled with a bloody aura.The elders lay in silent fear, waiting for their leader to leave. Only when they no longer felt any threat did they start to vent their anger."Damn it! That half-breed kid dared to insult us!!!"The elder with long hair slowly stood up, causing his companion to feel a bit of injustice. "Paul! Aren't you angry?!"The long-haired elder didn't reply, but his dark, hate-filled face was enough to show his fury.However, he knew that some things required a clear plan, or else he, not the brash young leader, would be the one to die. He was a man of intellect, not a brute like Elder Linn who only knew violence without thought.Paul struggled towards the tribe. He wanted to return quickly, lest others see his dirty state and the opposing elders mock him relentlessly!Bridget!
The process of bathing a person and a wolf was quite challenging, but it finally came to an end.By the time Bridget took her little wolf away from the lake, a significant amount of time had passed, and the night sky was gradually brightening, signaling the start of a new day.Layla lay despondently in the arms of the man who always claimed to be her owner. She felt that she had now transformed into a wolf, with nothing left to lament!She glanced irritably at the handsome face of the man, feeling an urge to bite his neck. However, as a small wolf like her, she no longer had the strength to do so. She swore! If she had the chance to return to human form, she would definitely give him a good beating!!!Moreover, she would absolutely not let anyone know about today's events! She would lose face if discovered!Perhaps her intense gaze was too fierce, which made Bridget lower his head to look at the little wolf in his arms, noticing the pet staring intensely at him. Bridget gently smiled
The team led by Bridget himself consisted of individuals he had brought back and trained from scratch, all tamed by his strength and madness. Thus, they turned a blind eye to every action of Bridget, even if their leader's affection for a pet seemed unusually intense… but that was their leader! The strongest among them! A few peculiar hobbies mattered little to them!Therefore, those training beside could only sigh to the heavens and earth, daring not to voice their opinions in front of their leader. However, others did not share this sentiment.From a distance, a figure watched the entire process with resentment. A face hidden in the shadows twisted like a demon, incessantly staring at Bridget and the young wolf.…Layla, exhausted, lay sprawled, indifferent to the rough hands of the man claiming to be her owner as he casually stroked her head. Even her resistance could change nothing! But suddenly, she felt as if something was watching her, like the intense gaze of a predator eyeing
"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 gro
Layla watched as the man with a sinister smile approached her step by step. All the wolf fur on her body stood on end, alert.This was a strong opponent.Not as capable as Bridget, but compared to most of the werewolves in this tribe, his abilities were significantly superior.Why did this man harbor hostility towards her?That was a question Layla desperately wanted to ask.Considering abilities or power, no one would bother to pick a fight with an animal that couldn't fight back.Why then, from one person to another, did everyone want to kill her? Could it be that this Northern tribe was so starved that they craved the meat of a scrawny wolf cub???Layla truly did not understand the thinking of these Northern barbarians!However, the man did not give Layla much time to think as he grinned and raised the hammer in his hand.Boom!!!Layla tensed and dodged far away, not wanting to be killed so carelessly. She used all her strength to turn and run in the opposite direction.But a surpr
Layla happily looked at the man sitting across from her, the one soon to become her life partner and step into the remaining journey of life with her. "Layla, you are beautiful." Leon, her destined partner, looked at her with a mesmerizing gaze, uttering the compliment from the depth of his heart. That whispered sentence made the successor queen of wolves shyly bow her head, too embarrassed to let him see her flushed face. Today is a special day for the Western wolf tribe, the wedding day of wolf queen Layla. Below the tree platform where Layla and Leon stand are several hundred wolf tribe members from the West. They cheer and celebrate the marriage ceremony of the Western tribe leader. The excited sounds urge the powerful couple to drink deer blood from a cup, like humanity's wine toasting ritual. Here, this marrying pair doesn't need anyone to officiate their wedding, for they are already the king and queen of this Western land. All they need is the witness of their tribe members