On the way, Kelsey sometimes reported to me what she felt. At that time, I discovered her ability to feel and observe was very sensitive; it could match the first-level reconnaissance werewolf team.I asked curiously. "Have you been trained?"Kelsey was surprised when I asked that; she shook her head sadly. "Never. When I was young, when I went across the training area, I would be chased away, later growing up, and I did not dare to come."I frowned slightly, but what Kelsey said was entirely right. The enslaved person is the lowest class, so low that there is no title for this class. They are not trained and do not participate in any pack activity. The only thing they do is submit to unconditional superiors. If the bosses notice a bit of beauty for many enslaved women, life will be better, provided the wives are not discovered. Otherwise, they will immediately be executed.Recalling last night, at midnight, Kelsey's hand suddenly tightened my clothes; her eyebrows furrowed tightly as
Kelsey's POV:In the bushes, countless sharp eyes were watching our every move; At this point, they finally couldn't hold back anymore and showed up.This number is too great.Standing before me were nearly 50 gray wolves of different sizes; I was worried; how could I defeat these fierce wolves?I looked at Brian again; his face from beginning to end was unchanged; just the bottom of his eyes was a bit colder, adding a few more murderous parts.The wolves howled with excitement, and their aim was not me; they only wanted to kill Brian; typically, all their eyes were on him right now.'Kelsey, I'm scared; I've never met so many wolves before, let alone against this huge number. We'll be torn apart before we can do anything.' Oralie continued to tremble.I furrowed my brows, even though I was scared too, but the thought of protecting Brian increased my enthusiasm. I encourage Oralie. 'Don't be afraid; they don't have anyone as big as us.'Oralie jumped, her horny hairy. ‘Kelsey, do you
Brian's face did not change his expression; he slowly approached me, slightly leaned over, and asked. “Still okay?”I forced myself to sit up, nodding. Now, thanks to Brian extending the time, the pain under my thigh is much less painful, and even though I can't run, I can at least walk.Brian pulled me to sit up, I slightly bowed my head to tell him to get on my back, but Brian just looked at me with scornful eyes and then said faintly. "Let's go."I followed him; sometimes, looking back, the werewolves didn't intend to spare us; they just temporarily didn't dare to be rude with the gun in Brian's hand.We would have been ripped apart if it weren't for that gun.But I don't understand why Brian didn't keep shooting.Did his gun run out of ammo?I was frightened by this thought; my back wave was also temporarily stiff and cold.Brian glanced at me with a smirk, his face showing no emotion from beginning to end. “Once you find out, they will find out soon.”I opened my eyes wide, I was
After a few minutes, Brian loosened his grip a little, his voice hoarse. "Tears my coat."I didn't understand his intentions, but I followed suit.I was a bit regretful as I watched my multi-million dollar jacket ripped to shreds, and after holding the piece of cloth in my hand, I looked up at Brian and waited for my next order.He said. “Tie it to your hand; avoid collisions with sharp spikes.”I was stunned momentarily, then dropped my burning eyes, quickly doing as Brian said.When I touched the vines, I felt a few extremely sharp thorns pierce the fabric and poke my palm. With a protective layer of material that still hurts so much, how much pain does Brian end up in? Quickly I put aside all out-of-the-ordinary thoughts and focus on climbing. The palm of my hand was stabbed increasingly; it hurt so much that I wanted to let go. But I didn't want to bother Brian; I gritted my teeth and held on to one vine after another, swinging for a while until I reached the big tree.From beginn
I asked cautiously. “Sir Brian, if bullets are left, why not shoot them?”Brian fell into contemplation, and after a moment, he raised his head. “The last one is for me.”"Hah?" I do not understand.“If I fall into the wrong hands, I would rather kill you first and then kill myself; that makes more sense,” Brian said casually; there was not a half point on his face that he was lying.Based on Brian's personality, he would do the same."You have to stay here tonight for one night." Brian moved slightly into the cave, lying down.The area of this place is tiny, similar to the feeling of being in a tent yesterday. My back is together with Brian's; the back of his is broad and very solid, but it's too cold.I felt something was wrong; I sat up and examined where Brian was lying.He closed his eyes tightly, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. I tried to put my hand on his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief.He's not sick, maybe just exhausted. Today he has been hanging on the cliff fo
It looks like I'm too tired today; I slept very deeply.Maybe because Brian suddenly mentioned my father today, I dreamed of him and my mother in the middle of the night. They were holding hands very happily; they looked at me lovingly and gently stroked my hair without stopping apologizing.I vehemently shook my head, telling them it wasn't their fault, but my parents couldn't stop crying and apologizing. Every word they said made my heart ache.Then they gradually moved back, and the distance between my parents and me grew farther and farther. No matter how much I tried to run toward them, they were gone, leaving me alone again in this cruel world.I cried out miserably. "Dad, don't leave me; take me with you, okay?"That dream seemed to last forever, I was imprisoned in a dark space, and the most painful scenes in my life kept repeating.Experiencing those horrible memories again made me despair; even if I cried or screamed until my throat was hoarse, the darkness would not stop sw
Brian's POV:I was momentarily dumbfounded; I had never been in such a silly situation before. I wanted to refuse, but Andrew kept a growl in my head, making my head hurt as if it would explode. I glanced at Kelsey again; she hadn't dared to look at me since she said that, looking very pitiful.Remembering her sparkling eyes again, I don't know if it was because I met a ghost, I said involuntarily. "Come here!"Kelsey looked up at me, both surprised and delighted.Facing her now, I felt my body heat up and growled. "If I don't hurry, I'll change my mind."As soon as I finished speaking, she jumped into my lap, reaching her arms to hug me tightly. I frowned, not knowing what was wrong with me today, repeatedly responding to all her outrageous requests.Andrew howled excitedly but didn't forget to mock me. 'It's because you fell in love! Why do you refuse to admit it over and over again deny it? We must love and care for our mate.'Listening to him talk, I remembered my parents' story,
I stood up and put my ear out to listen; it was tranquil above, no longer heard people whispering.Although I still don't believe they really gave up, I don't have time to hesitate at this point.As if reading my mind, Kelsey asked. "Sir Brian, are we going out?"I nodded. "You will die here sooner or later. Will you take the risk for once?"Kelsey hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I don't want to die here either."I tore off my coat a bit more and carefully tied it to Kelsey's arm, trying to put her hand in front of the thorny vines. "Try to see if it hurts?"Kelsey did, then she shook her head, a faint light in her eyes. "Sir Brian, it really doesn't hurt.""You climb first," I say."Don't you tie your hands? What if you get hurt?" Kelsey nervously looked at my hand.I looked down at my calloused hand, expressionless. "Don't worry so much; get out of here.""But…" Kelsey still wanted to say something but was silenced by my gaze.It seems that I accidentally scared her; from then