Chapter 114

Amelia felt rage coursing through her veins. She swallowed hard and tightened her grip on the rope she had on her wrist.

"Where is my son?".

"He's fine. What did you hear?", She could see Maxwell's fingertips shaking. His chin shivered. He moved a step backward.

Blood dripping from her mouth and nose made her look ferocious. The blueness in her eyes had turned dark. Her entire eye socket has turned back.

Her fangs sprung forth and her tongue lengthened. Her claws grew in size and darkened. They turned black.

She raised her head up and slowly looked into his eyes as she gritted her voice, "I said.. where is my son?".

Maxwell felt the hair on the back of his neck stand. Suddenly, he felt fear tie a knot in his stomach. He had never seen Amelia, the weakling, this way. She looked like she could kill him with those eyes.

He stepped back, dropped the whip he had in his hand, and ran away.

His wolf had been wounded and he had no time to recover. If he dared to attack her, he might not win.