Feeling the danger, I tried to back up a bit. But it seemed that the werewolf took it as an offensive move. It made a crazy howl.
Startled, I fell on the soft grass, and as it towered above me, ready to attack, a red-furred one appeared. Bocking the other werewolf, as if it was protecting me. The black-furred werewolf howled once more; its eyes filled with fury.
Hugging myself to protect the life inside my womb, I desperately think of someone who can come to my rescue.
Shouting for my servants was useless, I walked quite far from the house and was deep within the garden. I can’t make a call; I left my mobile phone on the bedside table.
Staring at the werewolf with the red fur, with its back on me, made me think of Maximus Vine. The color of its fur reminded me of his lustrous hair.
Should I call out his name? I must’ve lost my mind.
It was then that the werewolf with the red fur turned to look at me with its vividly blue eyes. Once again, I was reminded of Maximus Vine’s gentle gaze.
At that moment, I wondered if it was the end of me.
But the end never came for me.
The werewolf with the red fur viciously attacked my oppressor.