Mate? Or Die!
He fell to the ground, finding his way around his pain, while he was at it, I gathered the little strength I had and ran towards the armoury.
I ran as fast as I could. My strength was failing me gradually and I could barely breathe again.
As I was getting closer to the armoury, I bumped into a familiar figure. It was Fox. I was shocked. It turned out that Fox was a male werewolf. I was taken aback.
When he was supporting Sylvia to torment me during the day, he styled his hair in a ponytail, and his trouser and shirt was anything a lady could have worn, more importantly, his voice was almost feminine.