7. Discarded Again

"That guy's crazy, a smooth body like this is destroyed to nothing!" cursed Piter.

Despite the handsome man's grumbling he did as his superior ordered. Pain shot through Piter's body when he saw fresh blood flowing from Sicily's groin.

"Sir, blood is flowing from her groin. How is this?" Piter asked in a low tone.

Harlan stared coldly and flatly at his assistant as he waved his palm telling the man to leave his room immediately. Inevitably, Harlan lifted Sicily's body, which was wrapped in a thin white blanket.

Along the way, the man's brain wandered to find a suitable place to dispose of Sicily's bloody body. Although he was an errand boy, his heart still had a small amount of empathy. The few times Piter met with hunting wolves, they sniffed the rancid scent of fresh blood around Piter's body.

"I want that, Piter. Give it to me!" A baritone voice stopped Piter in his tracks.

"This is not your territory, Galiath. Leave!" Piter refused.

Laughing out loud from Galiath's big mouth, the man did not back down from his intentions. He was ready to lunge at Piter with his war claws. Piter deftly jumped away from Galiath's every attack.

The man was not at all afraid of the threats that Piter threw at him, even now Galiath had managed to summon two other friends.

"Fresh, alluring scent, Gall, I like it," hissed another hunter.

The words made Piter even more wary, he didn't want to torture Sicily's already torn body. The man's conscience was a little more humane than animalistic. I don't know what kind of bloodline made Piter's heart so soft for Sicily.

Piter's eyes lit up, he was not willing to hand over the body to hunters who thirsted for the pleasure of flesh and blood of their neighbours. Unlike Galiath, he became more excited and lustful when the blanket covering his lower body was slightly lifted to reveal Sicily's smooth thighs.

"Hand over the woman immediately, Piter! Or... Die!"

Piter did not respond at all to Galiath's words, which made the young man's blood boil. Ferociously, Galiath lunged at Piter brutally. Thus a fight broke out between the two camps.

Galiath is now the leader of the wolves who hunt the dark forest. He was very interested in the item that was in Piter's arms. While his other two friends also attacked, making Piter a little extra in determining his claws.

Being attacked from all sides made Piter's grip on Sicily's waist loosen, causing the woman's body to fall to the ground. Two of Galiath's friends quickly attacked Piter to prevent him from helping Sicily.

"Shit!"

Bug!

Piter's body was caught off guard by Galiath's death blow, sending the man back a few fathoms while spurting fresh blood. Various curses just came out of Piter's big mouth until his emotions peaked and with the strength available the man attacked the hunting wolf pack until his breathing sounded a little rough.

Seeing Piter's uncontrolled emotions made Galiath turn to Sicily's body which seemed to start writhing. A soft, melodious voice made Piter momentarily turn his head to the origin of the voice.

"If you have any energy left run away, Miss! Get out of here and let me take care of them," Piter said loudly with a sharp look at Sicily.

Sicily fell silent, her nerves dimming as she stared at Piter and the other three wolves. Her brain began to digest what Piter had said. Slowly her limbs moved, she tried to stand up and correct the twist of the white blanket.

With all her might, her limbs began to move despite the slight pain in her groin. Step by step Sicily's legs moved away from the four wolves' fight. She even struggled to move her limbs, now she fell down making her knees scuffed.

"Argh!" a cry of pain escaped her thin lips.

The melodious sound of pain made Galiath turn his face to Sicily who was crawling away. One jump and his body was already in front of Sicily's face, making her move backwards.

"You're so beautiful with that green glow in your eyes," said Galiath. "Come with me, I will give you a new world," said Galiath full of sweet promises.

"Go away, I want to be alone. The world is already dark, don't add more darkness to it!" Sicily said softly.

What Sicily said made Galiath's eyes open wider. He began to scan all the beautiful faces in front of him. The man's palm waved to confirm the twinkle in those beautiful eyes.

"Are you blind, Miss? Haha, what bad luck I have today," Galiath hissed.

Then the man got up and walked around Sicily's body until he stopped behind the body that was still wrapped in the blanket. The man was certain that the body was currently not covered by a single sheet. So, with a single jerk, the blanket covering Sicily's body was opened.

"Damn, what beautiful and smooth skin you have, Miss!" Galiath's forefinger continued to move from Sicily's nape to her anus, which was reddened by dried blood.

Without disgust, the man's tongue extended to lick Sicily's dried blood residue. The animal spirits invaded and overcame Galiath's soul making the man roar and growl sharply. His loud voice seemed to be telling the herd that this was a delicious prey.

For a while there was silence, as Piter himself was nursing his severe wounds. Then, the sound of a large number of steps approaching the location made Piter sharpen his sense of hearing.

"Miss, quickly use your remaining strength before they come. Go upriver, save yourself!" shouted Piter as he ran towards Galiath and wrapped the blanket back around Sicily's body.

Then he knocked Sicily's back until it sounded like a door opening. At that moment, Sicily's body flew into a distant arc. Piter smiled faintly with his lips muttering softly, "Forgive me, Miss, for presumptuously jerking your body!"

After doing such an unusual thing, Piter turned around and stared fixedly at Galiath and his herd of ten. Piter's eyes blazed red, his fingernails began to extend with long, sharp fangs.

Piter's form had changed into a predatory wolf ready to lunge and pounce on his opponent. This time he would not leave until he tore his opponent's body apart. One leap forward, his hands clawed and pounced on his opponent's back.

One by one, the hunting wolves screeched and howled loudly from the scratches of Piter's claws. Not only were his claws dangerous, his fangs also tore into the throats of his opponents. Fresh blood flowing down the necks of several hunting wolves made Galiath growl and howl. He couldn't accept his pack perishing.

"You bastard, damn you, Piter!" hissed Galiath as he pounced on Piter's wolf body.