55 The War

As usual, it's painful and frustrating to see how my beautiful lycans refuse my help and presence. I would normally give up and simply find another way to help, but that doesn't apply to the current situation.

If I give up and simply return to my room, my lycans would get hurt, and worse casualties may occur.

I don't want that to happen! I want this race to be safe and not lose its number. I prefer it if they keep reproducing!

It's pretty obvious that this situation is a threat to their race. How can I sit still? I even used my wings, which I rarely use, just to help them, but they still refused my help!

They still looked at me with hostility, as if I were more dangerous than the healers standing outside their territories. Did my enchanting wings not work on them?

Well, we are more like monsters craving their flesh, so I can't really blame them.

"It will be easy for them to kill you if you all go out in an open space! That is what those healers are attempting to do—ambush you! Like I