"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

Bridget warily scanned his surroundings, the silence so profound it tensed every nerve in his body. The pitch darkness of the forest revealed how dreadfully lost he had become.Indeed, he had lost his way. As Bridget and his subordinates were chasing a winged tiger, they were suddenly attacked by giant carnivorous plants, causing everyone to scatter. Unsure of his men's condition, Bridget used the brief moments of rest while catching his breath to think. He hoped that no one from his tribe had become lost in the forest like he had.For this place was perilous.A forest feared and respected by the people of the North.A forest of death.Even someone as confident in his strength as Bridget wouldn't recklessly venture here, let alone others.Thus, his nose continuously sniffed the air to detect any lurking creatures, and his ears stayed alert for the approach of any monsters. The slightest rustle would allow Bridget to react instantly.He maintained this high level of vigilance until a s