The campfire was rekindled and I leaned against the tree in Kral's cape.One of the werewolves was knocked unconscious by Alen and placed in front of Kral with his hands tied behind his back. Kral changed his clothes again, and now he was sitting on a rock with a white handkerchief to wipe the blood-stained knife from his hand.It was the first time Alen had shown me his less gentlemanly side. With a wave of his hand, he slapped the unconscious werewolf hard. The werewolf jerked to life. Alen grips his hair indifferently and holds his face so Kral can see the werewolf directly."Who are you?"The long knife in Kral's hand was wiped clean, and the light of the knife reflected murderous intent in his eyes."I. . . I'm just trying to make a living... As you can see, I'm just a rogue. We were recruited by someone. He... he said he would give us a lot of gold if we could complete the mission."The man was trembling unceasingly. Although he did not have a knife wound on his body, his facial
The Third Person’s POVIn the drawing room, the housekeeper and the Lord looked at the three unconscious people on the dining table and let out a long breath."My Lord, what should we do?"The butler, who had been standing silently behind the Lord as a backdrop, nervously questioned Clair as he carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead with the kerchief on his chest. His whole body seemed strained by the strain."Just give them the woman. Just follow our rules."Clair touched his beard, his fat eyes gleaming, and looked at the two men lying on the table, "I don't feel so good, especially the one who doesn't talk much..."The housekeeper could not help looking at the tall, dark-haired figure. Although he had fainted, the housekeeper remembered the man's threatening, overbearing gaze. It made his hair stand on end."What about them?""Get rid of it." Clair's moustache twitched and he gave a smug smile. He touched the small bottle in his arms and gestured to the housekeeper to take car
I was moved to another room by the maid. My body was tied to a high-backed chair, and my face was covered with a black cloth. All I could see was the floor under the black cloth."Where is the woman I want?" His hoarse voice carried a trace of terror, as if he had been strangled by someone.My body tightened instantly. The sound reminded me of fear. It's impossible, it's impossible. I have left that place. I can't meet them again.My body began to tremble uncontrollably, my bound hands writhing unwittingly, the twine scraping bright red marks on my wrists.In my trembling, the speaker approached me step by step, and I could only see the shape of his shoes through the gaps in the black cloth."Here she is, look at her," said the Lord in a slightly obsequious voice.The black cloth covering my face was removed.Nick's face caught me by surprise!"AH, Delia, my dear cousin, are you happy to see me?" He seemed content with my shocked look. His eyes savoured every trace of fear in my face,
"Who?" Nick only had time to ask before he was slashed to the ground.The sudden rush of air made me choke, and I covered my neck and sat on the floor feebly until a familiar pair of strong hands lifted me from the ground. The smell of liquor surrounded me, and black hair brushed across my face, giving me a warm scent."My poor girl, don't be afraid," Kral's hoarse voice rang in my ears. The tears of my face were slowly wiped away, and I saw myself in his eyes. Black Shadows welled up in his golden eyes. At that moment, I heard my own voice choking up and trembling: "Thank... Thank you."This is the second time he's saved me, I think."Your Highness, I hope you understand first come, first served!" A hoarse voice sounded in the corner of the room. Before he can finish his sentence, Nick pulls out his sword, and the gleam of the sword and Nick's crazy face comes straight at him."Watch out!" I immediately leaned over Kral's shoulder, spinning to expose my back to Nick's sword. The shar
The phantom shadow of the Black Wolf passed away. The blade of my knife had touched Nick's neck, and if I had gone any further, blood would have gushed out as I had expected.But it's too late. The neck and heart are the werewolf's Achilles' heel. Every werewolf is extremely sensitive to both. This time, I lost the last good luck."You think I'm going to let you do it again, b.itch?" Nick suddenly raises his head and grabs my hand holding the dagger. He squeezed the bones in my wrists as if to crush them."Ah!" I had to cry out in sharp pain. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. “You didn't think that a good-for-nothing who couldn't shift into a wolf would hurt you, did you?”Despair turns all my pain into anger. The desire to destroy everything rose in my body, and though the bones in my wrists were crushed to the point of breaking, I held the hilt of the knife as if I were holding on to my last ounce of courage.I hate myself for being different. I hate my weakness. But if the outco
"Ah!"Nick presses his moveable hand frantically against his neck, which almost breaks. The sudden rush of air made his eyes and nose water. The face that used to give me despair is now so funny."Why stop me?" Murmured Kral. His dark hair made his skin look delicate in the moonlight, and his dark eyes looked to me like a transparent wall. Some intense emotions surged in his eyes, but they were all suppressed by him.If I don't stop him, Kral will lose control of himself with terrible consequences.I don't know why I feel this way, but I do."Master, you are hurt," I said softly, not noticing the trembling in my voice.Kral did not speak. He looked at me quietly, letting me reach out and touch the cuts on his arm.The sticky touch came from my fingertips, and the warm blood ran through my fingers, drawing a curving line in my hand, and then dripping to the ground.My heart hurts. I feel there are thousands of needles in my heart in the softest place. The cut on his body made me feel p
When I woke up the next day, I was lying in the carriage, covered in Kral's clothes."There's a suit next to you, please put it on yourself." While I was still staring blankly into the carriage, Kral's face appeared out of the carriage window."O. . . Okay." I wanted to get up immediately only to find that I was almost naked. Then I had to hide in his clothes again, only showing my eyes, and answered softly. When I changed my clothes, I found that the scratches on my body had been medicated, and the most serious scars on my wrists had been well treated and bandaged.When I had finished and opened the carriage door, Kral was waiting outside. He looked at me and handed me some roast meat and a glass of milk."This is our breakfast. I'm not very hungry. Give me the rest when you're done. Besides, you should drink your milk. "Having said that, Kral looked at me for a few seconds and then he went into the car and started flipping through the books.I had my breakfast and sat in front of th
Kral gives Alen a look. Alen nods, steps forward, and kicks Bernice off her horse."Oh, my prince." Bernice, who was on her knees, raised her chin. "Of course you know who I mean, don't you?"Her feet were tied and she could not stand, but she still stared straight at Kral, her bright red lips like blood.It was a hunting look, and she never believed that any man could resist her charms, and I was the one who was always forced to watch her triumph.Kral came up to me and gave Bernice a cold, contemptuous look.“Pa!” Kral slapped Bernice's face so hard that I shivered. Her golden hair fell to the side and her eyes widened in disbelief."Why are you doing this to me?" Bernice touched her face and said with a lump in her throat, "I like you so much. You shouldn't have done this to me, Your Highness."She suddenly turned to me, her eyes bloodshot, her voice suddenly distorted. "All of this is because of you." She gritted her teeth, her face contorted. "You're just trying to get back at me