Bridget asked with confusion, "What's the matter?"
Clara, tasked with caring for his young wolf, bowed nervously to her leader and stammered, "My leader, I was dressing your pet's wounds... but for some reason, it suddenly started howling…”
Bridget frowned and quickly approached the wolf pup. Sitting down gently, his typically cold, golden eyes softened upon contact with the tiny, fluffy creature. His large, calloused hand lightly touched the cringing pup, stroking it very gently. However, it seemed the young wolf was not accustomed to being touched, so it tensed up, turning its small body to warily regard him.
…There was something endearing about it.
Bridget smiled, smoothing the pup's furry little head that was close to his hand.
"Ah!" Bridget's finger throbbed, and he looked down to see that the ungrateful wolf had bitten him. Truly ungrateful indeed.
He was the most ruthless leader of the North, never before had any creature dared to defy him like this. If it had been anyone else, he would have torn them apart, but for this little wolf…
His hand, initially tensed to strangle the life out of the pup, for some reason, couldn't follow through. A surge of pity emerged, puzzling Bridget. Why could he feel compassion for an ordinary wolf? Why would he overlook an attack from a beast that had the audacity to assault him?
These unusual feelings were unacceptable to a powerful and cold leader like him. He did not need to stay here, he needed to leave.
Yet despite his thoughts, he gently pulled his hand away from the little wolf. Perhaps even Bridget didn't expect that he would indulge this tiny creature even more in the future.
…
Layla watched the man's retreating figure, running away. The moment she bit his hand was a natural reflex to a stranger approaching suddenly, but upon realizing the beautiful male wolf was near, she wanted to flee.
Why would she want to escape?
Of course, because she realized that in this area, he was the alpha, as his scent dominated everywhere. If he got angry about the bite, he might well kill her.
Firstly, because she was a wolf from another territory. The wolf law is clear: one lives where one's territory is, and illegal trespassing is not permitted. To violate this is to provoke and declare war.
Secondly, she noticed that these people seemed to consider her a normal wolf. From the moment Clara, the wolf, brought her to the cave for treatment, passing the fierce-looking patrol wolves, she sensed their surprise and disdain.
Above all, she overheard the patrol wolves talking to each other.
"That crazy one has brought back something else?”
"Shush! His loyal dog might hear us now.”
"...Why waste supplies on this beast? Wouldn't it be less wasteful to skin and roast it?”
"Stop talking!”
Perhaps when she was seriously injured, she had lost all her strength. So they must have mistaken her for a lower life form incapable of shapeshifting. And to the proud wolfkin, a creature that cannot shapeshift is no different from the prey they consume daily.
Combining all these factors, she could conclude that her life was in danger at the moment. If not for the self-proclaimed Bridget wanting her alive, she would have been killed long ago. And once Bridget changes his mind, he could kill her at any time.
Fortunately, he had no intention of killing her.
Exhausted, Layla collapsed onto the table, her body having strained to defend itself; now she had no strength left.
The sound of footsteps approaching once more tensed her body, and her wolf eyes struggled to open to see who was coming. It turned out to be Clara, responsible for her treatment, approaching.
Her sharp face was filled with a cold demeanor, Layla had always grown up under the scrutinizing eyes of others. Except for deeply concealed individuals like Phelan and Leon, she saw through most of the expressions on the faces around her.
The brown eyes of this girl showed contempt for Layla, but she had to obey and care for the small wolf as ordered by her superior.
It was merely contempt for a being lower than herself, not frightening compared to what Layla had endured.
The exhausted wolf lay down, knowing at least for now her life was secured, but she needed to regain her strength as quickly as possible. She closed her eyes, disliking the feeling of helplessness that enveloped her body. It was a relief that she hadn't been completely crippled before; though moving was a bit forced now, at least she wouldn't be truly disabled.
She could feel her body being healed by a fragile stream of power. What she needed to do now was to gather strength for Baron's treasure.
Layla remembered her father's words, "Baron is favored by the moon, also receiving strength from it…" Perhaps the full moon's power was what she needed at this moment. Her blue eyes opened, looking towards the ever-clear sky. She thought:
The full moon… it's coming soon.
…
After Layla was redressed, the brown-eyed girl took her to the place where the man lived.
A wolf and a small wolf stood in front of the thick wooden door, which seemed to lack effective soundproofing despite its appearance. She could hear the conversation inside, even the arguing of those within.
"Team two reports that there's no more harvest from that area."
"A herd of mutated rams has appeared in the South..."
"Report, the Western tribe has changed its leader, they want to invite us to the ceremony, and mention cooperation!"
She quickly latched onto the last sentence, the Western tribe changing leaders? Ha, that wretch Leon wanted to show off to the world that he had become the new leader, to assert his power.
That foolish braggart wouldn't be happy for long. Because the position wasn't seized by Leon's abilities, soon he would be reduced to a puppet by the elders there.
What worried her here were her own loyal subordinates. The day of the wedding, half of her people were out gathering food and supplies. What had happened to them when she was captured, could they escape from those evil men?
She never thought they would betray her, as she had saved them, and she had nurtured their skills herself. Their absolute loyalty to her was unchangeable.
Layla thought that once she regained her strength, she needed to find a way to contact them.
As she was pondering, Bridget's haughty voice pulled her back to reality: "If it's a descendant of Baron, then it's respectable, but what's to fear from a werewolf who gained power through his mate's death?"
She laughed, right, what was there to worry about someone who clung to their mate's coattails. Although it was true, it was interesting to hear it stated so candidly.
She found this man to be truly arrogant, but his arrogance stemmed from absolute strength.
In this world of werewolves, strength was the only thing that mattered.
After Bridget's statement, the others quickly finished reporting their remaining tasks and then dispersed as if a beehive had been broken. Clearly, this had happened many times before. Layla could see that the brown-eyed girl holding her had no excess emotion, as if she was too accustomed to such events.
After the last one left, Clara knocked three times, speaking up seriously.
"Leader, I have brought your found pet here."
She realized Clara didn't call her 'little wolf' like Bridget, the term 'your pet' showed her status here in everyone's eyes.
How laughable, a powerful leader of the West now reduced to someone else's pet. All because of those traitors!
The grudge was once again deeply etched in her heart. If she didn't retaliate, she wouldn't be worthy of the Baron lineage!
…
Bridget looked at the small creature bandaged all over, the initial anger gone without a trace. He gently took the small wolf from his subordinate's hands and signaled Clara to leave. He caressed the little head, smaller than his palm, so gently that the little wolf squirmed with ticklishness.
He smiled contentedly. The gentle man no longer had the fierce face from before.
His instincts quickly overrode him, not yet considering why he should favor such an inferior creature, the action was direct.
The connection of fate is always miraculous, two destinies that never had the chance to meet, find each other in the most unexpected way. For they were meant for each other.
After the day Layla heard the news that the Western territory had changed hands, time seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, the night of the full moon had arrived.She lay on Bridget's shoulder, appearing lazy but her eyes vigilantly observing her surroundings.Groups of fierce werewolves were seriously patrolling their territory. This tense atmosphere reminded Layla of rumors about this cold land.Unlike the peaceful Western territories, during the full moon, the Western werewolves held noisy festivals. At these times, single werewolves sought partners for passionate, fiery nights.Indeed, the Western tribe was unrestrained and lacked self-control. Hence, her father, the tribe leader Baron, had repeatedly warned his subordinates. He said: "We are warriors, our duty is to stay alert, not to indulge in desires."Her father constantly trained the werewolf warriors, rotating them between guarding and hunting duties.However, in the eyes of the elders of the tribe, her father's effort
Layla looked at the dark scenery outside the window, which was actually just a small hole in the cave wall. It couldn't be compared to a normal house window like those in the Western tribe, but at least it allowed for ventilation and a view of the distant sky.From the window, she could smell the strong scent of blood wafting in from outside. It was very pungent.This confirmed her suspicion. On full moon nights, the animals of the North went berserk and attacked the tribe living here.But why? She hadn't heard of such a problem in the Eastern or Southern regions. It could be that those areas were hiding it like the Northern tribe, or it might be that only the North experienced this issue.There were two possibilities: one, something about the Northern territory made this unique situation occur; two, the Western territory had something that protected it from these full moon attacks, so she had never known about it from childhood to adulthood.If possible, she thought she might investi
Chapter 7: The Illogical MadmanBridget shook her head in exasperation. The troublesome elders called him a madman, which he initially ignored, but now, reflecting on it, he realized it was indeed abnormal!Frustrated, he turned back towards his den. He had no reason to change himself just to please a small, pampered pet!After a few steps, he stopped. No! He was really dirty! Sleeping with such a filthy body would affect his sleep! This was a serious issue for him! It had absolutely nothing to do with the little wolf!!!With that thought, Bridget gritted his teeth and turned towards the water.Oni, busy cleaning up nearby, was rendered speechless by his leader's pacing. A sun-tanned man with fiery red hair approached him, whispering, "My friend, is our leader... in heat?"Oni glanced at the second lead scout, one of the leader's closest confidants, and his disdainful look confused the red-haired man. Puzzled, the man asked, "What's happening?"Oni tersely replied, "Mind your own busi
Bridget coldly left the two elders behind, then gently embraced his small, pitiful wolf.Before leaving, he glanced at the two elderly men lying face down behind him as a warning. His gaze was filled with a bloody aura.The elders lay in silent fear, waiting for their leader to leave. Only when they no longer felt any threat did they start to vent their anger."Damn it! That half-breed kid dared to insult us!!!"The elder with long hair slowly stood up, causing his companion to feel a bit of injustice. "Paul! Aren't you angry?!"The long-haired elder didn't reply, but his dark, hate-filled face was enough to show his fury.However, he knew that some things required a clear plan, or else he, not the brash young leader, would be the one to die. He was a man of intellect, not a brute like Elder Linn who only knew violence without thought.Paul struggled towards the tribe. He wanted to return quickly, lest others see his dirty state and the opposing elders mock him relentlessly!Bridget!
The process of bathing a person and a wolf was quite challenging, but it finally came to an end.By the time Bridget took her little wolf away from the lake, a significant amount of time had passed, and the night sky was gradually brightening, signaling the start of a new day.Layla lay despondently in the arms of the man who always claimed to be her owner. She felt that she had now transformed into a wolf, with nothing left to lament!She glanced irritably at the handsome face of the man, feeling an urge to bite his neck. However, as a small wolf like her, she no longer had the strength to do so. She swore! If she had the chance to return to human form, she would definitely give him a good beating!!!Moreover, she would absolutely not let anyone know about today's events! She would lose face if discovered!Perhaps her intense gaze was too fierce, which made Bridget lower his head to look at the little wolf in his arms, noticing the pet staring intensely at him. Bridget gently smiled
The team led by Bridget himself consisted of individuals he had brought back and trained from scratch, all tamed by his strength and madness. Thus, they turned a blind eye to every action of Bridget, even if their leader's affection for a pet seemed unusually intense… but that was their leader! The strongest among them! A few peculiar hobbies mattered little to them!Therefore, those training beside could only sigh to the heavens and earth, daring not to voice their opinions in front of their leader. However, others did not share this sentiment.From a distance, a figure watched the entire process with resentment. A face hidden in the shadows twisted like a demon, incessantly staring at Bridget and the young wolf.…Layla, exhausted, lay sprawled, indifferent to the rough hands of the man claiming to be her owner as he casually stroked her head. Even her resistance could change nothing! But suddenly, she felt as if something was watching her, like the intense gaze of a predator eyeing
"Grrr!" Layla struggled slightly, clearly expressing her displeasure at being carried in such a manner."Ungrateful pup, I am your master!" Bridget chuckled lightly, swaying the hand that held Layla's neck, causing the small wolf's body to swing like a pendulum in a grandfather clock.Layla was furious enough to bristle, although her body was now just a small clump of fur. But she was still a proud and mighty wolf! Why did this detestable person show no respect for a magnificent creature like her!Of course, she completely forgot that in Bridget's eyes, she was just a wolf devoid of spiritual sense and shapeshifting power. To this world, ordinary creatures were the lowest, the very bottom of the food chain.Bridget failed to see the dissatisfaction in the young wolf's eyes. He carefully held his pet close and headed towards his tribe.The werewolf warriors cheerfully used their claws to slice the prey they had just brought down, then divided it among themselves. They split into two gro
Layla watched as the man with a sinister smile approached her step by step. All the wolf fur on her body stood on end, alert.This was a strong opponent.Not as capable as Bridget, but compared to most of the werewolves in this tribe, his abilities were significantly superior.Why did this man harbor hostility towards her?That was a question Layla desperately wanted to ask.Considering abilities or power, no one would bother to pick a fight with an animal that couldn't fight back.Why then, from one person to another, did everyone want to kill her? Could it be that this Northern tribe was so starved that they craved the meat of a scrawny wolf cub???Layla truly did not understand the thinking of these Northern barbarians!However, the man did not give Layla much time to think as he grinned and raised the hammer in his hand.Boom!!!Layla tensed and dodged far away, not wanting to be killed so carelessly. She used all her strength to turn and run in the opposite direction.But a surpr
Layla lay listlessly in a constantly swaying cage. She shook her perpetually dizzy head, wondering why she’d felt so extremely uncomfortable since she’d woken up.Unfortunately, just as her small body was feeling unstable, that man decided to take her along on his hunt.Oh, Lord!Bringing a little wolf who just recovered from an illness on a hunt—did he plan to use her as bait?Layla snuck a glance at the man holding her cage with a calm expression. She didn’t believe Bridget was the type to exploit a weak life to achieve his goals. After all, from their first meeting until now, he had shown he preferred to solve problems through force.Because his strength was more than enough for him to do so.Layla didn’t know what the man intended. Thinking it over yielded no answers, and she gradually drifted off, lulled by the cage’s movement.…Bridget watched his little wolf drift into sleep again. He smiled slightly and focused on his journey.Initially, he wanted to leave the little wolf bac
Bridget seemed unconcerned with the events happening around him. He cast a cold glance at the burly man, then looked down at the small wolf sleeping in his arms.The priority now was for the little wolf to wake up.The "Magical Fruit" was a deadly poison for animals. He didn’t understand how the wolf cub had managed to survive this long, but the fact that it was still alive was a relief.Even Bridget hadn’t expected that he would ever be this emotionally affected by a pet. There was a strange feeling he couldn’t control, disturbing his usually clear mind.Unbeknownst to him, this was the bond between destined souls—a bond pushing these two innocent creatures to recognize each other. In another pairing, they would already be united in a harmonious fusion of souls, creating a perfect and powerful heir.No one could have predicted that, although they were fated mates, they would be separated by species.If fate were a sentient being, it might have shed tears of frustration over the twists
After being ruthlessly bathed, Layla was dried and placed on the bed by the golden-eyed man. The spacious, warm bed was covered by Bridget with a golden-striped black fur.He set her in a wicker basket lined with soft cotton, topped with a beautiful white fox fur, positioned right near Bridget's bedhead—a cozy little nest that was also difficult to escape from.His large, calloused hand gently stroked her head as he spoke softly, “Be good. You can play, but only in this room.”Layla silently observed the man’s face. Why did his voice sound so gentle, yet his expression was the complete opposite?Still, for a big, strong man to threaten a poor little wolf cub—how was that fair?Layla would never understand the thinking of this man.After speaking, Bridget smiled and left, his voice faintly audible outside the room, instructing someone.“Take care of the cub properly. No second chances.”As Layla pondered the meaning behind his words, a limping figure entered.The little wolf was surpri
The encounter with Helen simply passed by. Both Bridget and Layla remembered it but didn't care much.However, just because the tree wishes to remain still doesn't mean the wind will stop. Some people wouldn't accept that."Miss Helen, we heard you got injured?"Helen sat surrounded by a group of people inquiring about her well-being. Her sharp features showed a hint of sadness, but she forced a smile. Helen gently replied, "It's nothing.""How can it be nothing! Miss Helen is the brightest and strongest flower of our tribe!" The one speaking to Helen was a male werewolf, who always idolized the beauty before him. Now that his goddess was injured, how could he not be agitated?"Even during hunts, we've never seen you get hurt!" another werewolf nearby hesitated before speaking, "This time, did Miss Helen encounter some terrifying monster? Is that why you got hurt?"In reality, the injury that everyone saw was just two small scratches on her wrist, barely bleeding. Yet, in the eyes of
Layla pushed aside the turmoil in her mind and observed the two people walking together.Perhaps it was psychological. She felt they truly looked good together. The beautiful woman with her voluptuous figure continually pressed her curves against him. Layla couldn't help but stare at her ample bosom; although she considered her own body to be well-proportioned, such magnificence was...“Stop staring,” the man's deep voice sounded in her ear, as a hand covered her eyes, which had been wide open, staring at a sensitive area.Layla was utterly embarrassed by the man's actions. Seriously, she was just curious about the size, but his tone sounded like a warning, as if she was being infatuated by another woman!She was just curious!Swear to God!!!However, given the stimulated psychology of a little wolf, no one had time to pay attention to it.The tanned beauty gazed gently at Bridget's handsome face and said happily, "I heard you have a little wolf? That's wonderful, how did you know I'v
The girl with tanned skin stood up and left after experiencing both physical and spiritual pleasure. She brushed her sweat-drenched short hair back neatly, her flushed face full of affection, making her already beautiful appearance even more alluring and attractive.She gracefully stepped out of the dim cave, took the clean cloth handed to her by her subordinate, and gently said:"Lock him up for now; we need him for the upcoming supply exchange.""Yes, Miss Helen."Slap!The subordinate had barely finished speaking when he was slapped hard. Helen stood tall in front of him, her initially satisfied eyes instantly turning cold and sharp.Helen lifted her leg and stomped hard on her subordinate's head, causing him, who had tried to rise, to fall again with a loud thud.She glanced down at her feet, her short black hair gently blowing across her sharp face. The loosely draped cloth revealed a bit of her smooth skin due to her actions. Her slender arms and legs showed a hint of muscle, co
Bridget was only fifteen years old when he became the chieftain of the Northern tribe. At this age, no one would normally accept him as their leader. Unfortunately, he was too ruthless.He treated his enemies with cruelty, and he was even harsher on himself.He could disregard his own bloodied and battered body, still brutally charging into battle.For a werewolf tribe that relied on fighting for survival, this was a positive trait. However, sometimes it was a terrifying disease. When a warrior could no longer distinguish between enemies and allies, the only outcome was death.No one would tolerate having a powerful but uncontrollable weapon by their side.Perhaps it was a stroke of luck. Lucky that Bridget still maintained his sanity, lucky that he still knew who he was and hadn’t lost his way.However, not having lost his way didn’t mean he never would.Bridget's current state of losing control was something few in the Northern tribe were aware of. He didn't want those cunning elder
The incident with the Jade Stone Tribe had somewhat solidified Bridget's reputation within his own tribe. Most of the tribe members were now willing to follow Bridget's lead.Yet, they had now discovered someone reckless enough to defy Bridget's commands. Not only did they disobey, but they also dared to embezzle the tribe’s food reserves. Moreover, these two fools blatantly displayed their defiance, as if they feared that no one would notice their dirty ambitions.Api, Bridget’s subordinate and the only one with red hair in the tribe, stood behind and to the left of Bridget. He glanced at these two fools who had always found ridiculous excuses to provoke his hunting team. Today, these arrogant men would pay a heavy price for their foolish actions.Api remembered how these faces had once looked down on others with contempt, and now they were just as miserable and abject as they begged for forgiveness.He suddenly recalled a saying, never place yourself too high, for if you lack the st
Layla could not touch the people in her dreams, nor could they see her.Unsure of why she was here, she also didn't know how to escape. Layla could only continue to observe this strange dream.However, one thing caught her attention. She was consistently pulled along by an invisible force, linked to a mother wolf and her cub.She had once tried to leave, but discovered she could only get as far away as the distance equivalent to that of a century-old tree.Would something happen to them? Or perhaps… were the mother and child trying to send her a message through their dreams?As Layla followed the everyday steps of the little wolf named Han and his mother, she pondered.She saw them living happily together, with friendly neighbors in a peaceful and warm community.Then…She saw the woman's husband return.He arrived, bloodied and wounded, leaning against his wife. Ignoring the woman’s worried inquiries and her cries of pain, he didn't utter a word as she trembled while bandaging his wo