Biting it by the left side of its neck, my defender slashed the other werewolf’s chest with its razor-sharp claws.
Blood oozed from the ugly open wound, staggering the werewolf with the black fur. It must’ve felt that it was no match against the red-furred one. It gave one final angry howl akin to angered frustration, and fled from the scene.
The werewolf with the red fur slowly turned, its eyes met mine. It was like staring at a calm sea.
Slowly, it transformed right before me.
Standing in all his majestic stance and chiseled physique, with an immaculately handsome face, was none other than Maximus Vine.
All the tension caught up to me, I felt dizzy, and lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar place.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Maximus Vine holding my hand and was kindly gazing down at me. He asked me if I’m hurt. I shook my head.
“Where am I?” I asked him.
“You’re in my residence.” He answered.
I might have shown a worried look, because he assured me that no unsavory gossip would circle around. It was then that my butler and head maid came barging into the room.