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They want her to fight?! Not just anything but a beast? Was Brenton crazy? Layla couldn’t fight a dog or common human, and he wanted her to fight a beast.

If Brenton wanted to kill her, he should have tried a much more direct approach instead. And she thought Professor Victor was bad for trying to kill her with exhaustion. Brenton wanted her to be mauled and ripped apart to death.

“May I?” Nyssa chipped, raising her hand.

‘Thank you, Nyssa.’ Layla almost ran to give her a hug. Not that Nyssa fighting would mean she wouldn’t, but at least it would give her more time to find a way out of her predicament.

“Of course.” Brenton gave her a bright smile and gestured for her to come forward. She walked out from her seat to him, and he pulled out a metallic armband from his pocket.

“Since you’re a werewolf, you’ll need this. It’s a ixon. It will keep your clothes intact when you transform to your wolf side.” He said, handing the device to her, and she took it.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied, cl