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CHAPTER 130

AUTHOR'S POV

A minute later, Wilson is seated on his chair, gasping for air from the shock and what he just faced.

The werewolf had managed to use his teeth to tear through Wilson's flesh with such terrifying force and speed, leaving behind a deep and jagged laceration on the side of Wilson's neck.

And immediately the werewolf did that, that was when the substance kicked in, and it fell back to the bed weak, but Wilson noticed the smirk on its face as it became weak.

It killed the rabbit, but not the werewolf. Obviously, the substance was made for the werewolf making it hard for the rabbit to be able to contain it so we could say that, the rabbit dying would mean the substance will work on the werewolf which it did but not without a price.

The price that Wilson was currently suffering from.

Wilson checked his would, and it was ragged and irregular, with torn edges that gaped open to reveal underlying tissues, "Fuck, Fuck, FUCKKKKK!", Wilson excla