20: 20 How Dare You Touch My Girl?

20 How Dare You Touch My Girl?

1The phantom shadow of the Black Wolf passed away. The blade of my knife had touched Nick's neck, and if I had gone any further, blood would have gushed out as I had expected.

But it's too late. The neck and heart are the werewolf's Achilles' heel. Every werewolf is extremely sensitive to both. This time, I lost the last good luck.

"You think I'm going to let you do it again, b.itch?" Nick suddenly raises his head and grabs my hand holding the dagger. He squeezed the bones in my wrists as if to crush them.

"Ah!" I had to cry out in sharp pain. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. “You didn't think that a good-for-nothing who couldn't shift into a wolf would hurt you, did you?”

Despair turns all my pain into anger. The desire to destroy everything rose in my body, and though the bones in my wrists were crushed to the point of breaking, I held the hilt of the knife as if I were holding on to my last ounce of courage.

I hate myself for being different. I hate my weakness. But if the outcome is predictable, I would rather take my own life as a last bet as revenge on the perpetrator.

Nick's face contorted even more. He grinned at me, his teeth bared. "It's just luck, Delia. Why can't you accept your fate?" He rubbed his forehead against mine, sniffing my scent carefully, “Delia, I Don't blame you for being taken by the Prince, but you should apologize for what you did.”

The knife was taken away and thrown on the ground at random. My hands were tied behind my back and my clothes were peeled off bit by bit. Nick watched me in the moonlight as he played with my naked body like a spider playing with a fallen butterfly.

"Finally, no one will bother us. Delia, do you know how long I've waited for this moment?" The heat from Nick's body kept coming closer. The Moon is still hanging over the sky, watching everything indifferently.

Mom, the Moon Goddess is not on my side. I think.

I could feel my legs parted and wrapped around Nick's shoulder. I bit my lip until it was white and tears blurred my vision.

Mom...

Suddenly, I felt like I was weightless, and Nick was swept away by a black hurricane.

The big black wolf holds Nick down. His strong limbs push Nick to the ground. The moonlight illuminated his body and silvered every hair on his body. The wolf did not look back at me, but I was completely enveloped in the dark shadow behind him.

I stared blankly at the figure standing in front of me. Once again, the black wolf saved me from danger. My eyes are wide open. This isn't my dream, is it?

The wolf's dark golden eyes stared coldly at the helpless werewolf under his paws. This is the man who stole his girl from under his nose and tried to get his hands on her. His sharp fangs are near Nick's neck, and there's the smell of me. Anger assailed his reason. Kral's brain instinctively tells him what to do before he makes a rational decision.

Nick was lying on the ground, his eyes dilated. He looked at what was happening in disbelief. His Highness should have fallen into his well-prepared trap, but now the breath of death suddenly came. He screamed, "No way! This can't be! It's full of..."

Before Nick could finish, the Black Wolf had sliced open his chest with its sharp claws, and blood gushed out like a giant red flower.

The smell of blood blurred my vision. After the wolf's hair was soaked in the gushing blood, even the silvery light around him began to turn red. He slowly turned around and looked at me. His bright golden eyes were also covered with red blood, and the blood splattered down from the corners of his eyes. It was as if his eyes were bleeding.

At that moment, I finally understood why I had been able to escape Nick's harassment the last time. Kral saved my life long before we even met.

"Pick up the knife on the ground and come here, Delia." A deep voice sounded suddenly, and the blood-covered Wolf shifted back to His Highness. But this time he was no longer the noble Prince I had known. There were long tears in his neat clothes, blood oozing out of his clean clothes, and his black hair hanging down over his eyes. He touched his forehead, exuding manic danger.

“Master...” my hands were tied. My legs were weak, but I still stumbled up from the floor, trying to get close to the person who made me feel safe at the moment, and finally I knelt down next to Kral.

"Which of his hands touched you?"

Kral's eyes look nonchalantly at Nick on the floor. Before I could answer, he lifted his boot and stepped on Nick's hand, crushing it inch by inch, like the marks on my injured wrist.

"Ahhhhh!" The black leather soles of his shoes pressed like a burning iron against the bones of Nick's hands. Nick screams. He watched the skin on his wrists turn purple with blood. The sound of his bones breaking was muffled by Nick's broken cries.

"Ha," Kral chuckled suddenly, and Nick's body trembled with fear. "You're not so tough after all," Kral said slowly.

With sweat all over his face, veins bulging in his forehead, and blood streaming from his chest, Nick stares at the black figure that is causing him pain. There was nothing but terror in his eyes. This time, he really felt the approach of death.

"How dare you touch my girl?"

Kral lets out a low growl and suddenly stomps his other foot down Nick's throat. He was strong enough to splash the dust off the ground. His boots set off his cold eyes. The throbbing blood vessels in Nick's neck wriggle like worms at his feet, and Nick struggles to stay alive, waving his remaining arms in the air. His lips turned purple, like a fish left in the desert, and he opened his mouth in despair, hoping for a chance to live.

Kral just stares at him expressionlessly, like a hunter bleeding his prey, letting blood spill from Nick's struggle and stain his shoes.

I watched what Kral did to Nick. I should have felt the joy of revenge, but all I felt was panic. Kral's expression was not normal. His golden eyes were like lava flowing with flames, and the crimson color of his eyes made him look completely disgraced, like a real beast, a raging wolf.

He makes me feel strange. It's not normal. I've seen Kral Kill. He's always calm in battle. His movements are precise and deadly. But now it's different. I feel like he's going to turn into a monster I don't know any time soon.

The wounds on Kral's body did not leave him unscathed. The sharp knife in the trap left deep and shallow marks on him. Those bright red make me feel a strange pain. I unconsciously reached out to touch his wound.

“Master...” as my cold fingers gently tugged at his clothes, Kral felt my subtle movements. He paused, stopped his torment of Nick, and turned to look at me.

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