ce to the Wolf Clan's lair. The blood in the air swirled and swirled here, converging into a mixture of damp earth and an unspeakably ancient, fishy sweetness. Gust

underground network, the walls and floors covered in ancient claw ma

nt, the power i

he Wolf King, is standing in front of an altar, holding in his hands a crimson shard of the very

ight. His red eyes glittered with frenzy, and a rich, fishy-sweet scent emanat

was eloquent, with a hint of morbid ex

his eyes like he was ex

l do

ewolf, and she looked even paler, the blood

you doing?' Anna's voice t

bed Anna's wrist and directed h

ening aura of decay and power. The ancient claw marks on the surrounding walls became clear in the red light and even began to crumble. The ground shook violently

ad and rushed forward to try

wasn't power,

on fire at the moment, the sharp stinging

ower, but now she realized he was unleas

ed down at Kieran, her eyes were

omising to watch over her, and now he was doing someth

p to Rory with a warning

ng, Rory, I am awa

in pain, there was a loud crash at the entrance to the lair. Stones fle

as M

with determination and fury. He flung out the chains in his hands like silver lightning, wrapping them

irm voice echoed through the l

dn't expected Milo to find this place, let alone tha

a sarcastic remark out of her mouth, but inst

on Anna by the altar, and K

d, 'She's mine! You

waved the chains in his hands, forming a silver barri

rough the wolves, and watched the rage that blazed

d to hate, appeared again and again in

nk him from the center of the battlefield. She grabbed Milo's jacket by the

of the battle, and he turned his head, his anxio

hey could feel each other's hot temperatur

earth ...... various s

scent, her insides once again in turmoil. She could have taken the opportunity

y as he seemed to read the struggle in Rory's eye

of crumbling stones around them seemed to be far away,

n understanding f

vely as his uncertain gaze traveled over Rory's fa

spond and the a

raction and mesmerization. Her blue eyes looked lost in the red

n ancient tree in the distance. At the same time, she smells the ancient blood, like it'

blood, and it lets out a sharp chirp as the stone wall cracks in response,

th grip as he sensed the subtle connectio

eateningly. His possessiveness of Rory, and his mania for the Sh

wnwards, dust flying like the end was near. The surrounding berserk werewolve

ed to rush towards Anna, but being alone, he co

er goes completely out of control, the entire lair, including her, will be d

Anna, determination flashing in her ey