Chapter 7

That must have been the strangest scene of my life.

I didn’t understand. What exactly happened? I knew I was the one who killed those hunters, but it happened so suddenly that my head hurt just trying to understand it. Why? Where did this power come from? Have I always had it? Why didn’t I use it before?

I looked at all those Frostbites, bowing. They didn’t dare to look me in the eyes, as if I were… some kind of entity, a superior creature.

The reddish glow still faintly radiated from my body, gradually fading. There was no transformation, my body didn’t take its wolf form… that ball of power just bubbled up, as if it had been suppressed for a long time.

The scene before me was grotesque. The bodies, the blood, and those people bowing to me, even while injured.

I stared at Viktor. He seemed displeased, having bowed only at someone else’s request, breathing heavily. The arrows were lodged in his back, and I saw blood dripping from his body, but no one did anything. They were just on the