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The temptation of blood fever had come so unexpectedly that I felt like crying. "Get out of here," I winced and panted, my fingernails dug into the carpeted floor. "We can't leave you like that!" Cammie protested in a shaky voice. "Please, go!" I insisted. My canine teeth were extending half-way inside my mouth. I couldn't speak more without letting the fangs flash out from my throbbing jaw. Jacques, she must have been through the same state­, too disoriented and too weak to resist. "Tell me what we can do to help," Cammie said pleadingly. I hissed loudly, scratching the floor harder.

People with lower cultivation nearby died from it. Their silhouette got covered by a big shadow as the temperature in the city keeps on rising. Looking for the source, it was a big dog. Its fur was red in color, there are symbols on the paw and even in the forehead. It's eyes were so deep red, looking at it would make anyone cry in anguish. Her existence made them tremble in fear. “HAHAHHAHAHA” At this time. A hysterical laugh was heard, it was coming from Xiu Xing. Staring at the trio with ugly faces, he smiled and shouted.

I wrinkle my nose, "Me neither. Werewolves are supposed to be sexy and amazing like you, right? I bet he looks mangy and like a Chinese crested." "A Chinese what?" he furrows his brows in confusion. I giggle. "A Chinese crested. It's the ugly dog from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. It's supposed to be the ugliest dog in the world." Valentine pulls out his phone, opens up the G****e app, and hands it to me to type in the dog breed. When I click on the first picture—a dog that even won an award for being the ugliest dog in the world—Valentine throws his head back in laughter.

Lena practically vibrated inside my mind, bouncing around like a caged fire. 'Finally! I’m out!' she squealed, practically bursting through me. I could feel her energy spilling into my bones, wild and frantic, making me grin despite the tension in my chest. But that joy died instantly. A horror awaited ahead. My wolf snarled, a warning I couldn’t ignore. There, under the sickly glow of moonlight, a figure knelt over a human, teeth bared, fur matted and dripping with blood. The crimson was black in places, green streaked across his back like a nightmare come alive. He wasn’t just any wolf… he was wrong. Cursed. The kind of predator that didn’t play by the rules we knew.

I appreciated and he snapped his fists immediately. I wondered why, was that a sort of call or something? My question was answered immediately a pack of hound dogs came out of the woods, each bearing an F mark on their heads, symbolizing that they were part of the FIENDS. “She's all yours, boys!” He said and my eyes widened, I didn't understand anything. “Wait! What? What are you talking about?” My mouth went agap in horor as this hound dogs pounced on vidia, devouring her flesh by flesh.

Sentry, Rania, and Clive had the same questioning expressions. "That's the master's Acala mark. It's the projected image of Acala he summoned," Walter explained to them while staring at the lively husky. He was exasperated as he could not figure out why Chase would project the image of a dog. It was more normal to project a dragon, phoenix, or even a tiger. If Chase wanted a similar animal, a wolf would be a better choice than a husky. Although, to be fair, a husky did look very similar to a wolf.

The hotel sandal he was wearing fell to the floor. "Hey, I have to finish my business here to take that dog to its master and kick my ass back to America ASAP. Can't we work together now?" Iris was getting emotional right now. Usually, Jonathan never sucks like this. But suddenly she remembered Jonathan's words at that time. About a demon that can turn into an animal to hide from hunters. Her brain was thinking so fast that it felt like her mind was spinning. The husky dog ​​is a striped gray, cold expression and fierce with other hunters. Iris suddenly took a few steps back when she realized that. Her mouth was in a strange smile and her hands brushed her hair back roughly.

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

He yelled against the excruciating pain of wolfsbane, a white crystal like powdered substance known as the greatest source of pain and weakness to his kind, the Werewolves, and tonight he ensured this horrific fate in the hands of the infamous Rouge werewolf huntress Katarina Romanov. "Do not worry, I'm sure the answers will come to you in due time, little doggy" she said in a seductive Russian accented voice. She had long red hair at waist length and her eyes were grey in color, she was drop dead gorgeous, with a tall build and naturally endowed with seductive womanly curves capable of luring most men into lust and hunger for its touch. The tortured prisoner bared his fang at her, the term

What does this make me? Brenda wasted no time. With a furious snarl, she lunged at me, her claws extended. He met her attack head-on, their bodies colliding with a thunderous impact that echoed across the dark, quiet and cold night. They fought fiercely, a battle of teeth and fur, each trying to gain the upper hand.