All Chapters of Lycan Healer: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Defeating healers without a plan and confidently saying he could defeat them was the most ridiculous thing I heard from Winston's mouth. If he can't even harm the healer clan itself for six years, then will he even actually do what our son asked him to do?"Winston! What the hell was that?" I yelled."What? What did I do?" he replied while acting innocent."Why do you have to talk to William like that?" I asked as I sent him my deadliest glare. "And you'll bring their wings here? You can't even bring one without risking your life!"Winston avoided my fiery eyes. He looked unsure of what he did too and was stubborn enough not to admit his mistake.He hesitated for a moment before he spoke out. He said, "You were planning to use humans. I heard that you also sided with other races too, funding them and urging them to fight the healers.""So?"My response was short, even if I wanted to ask where he heard those details. It didn't matter much, so I focused more on hearing what he wanted to

I have no idea what Clynton's plan is, but I can always be sure that the majority of his actions follow Levitra's orders.He is my mother's husband, but he looks more like a dog than a husband. I find it hard to believe a dog could have wings; while he occasionally showed signs of displeasure at my mother's orders, he generally cowered in her presence.I believe that he feels some sort of affection for my mother based on the way he acts and says everything she orders. He acts as though he can sacrifice anything for my mother, regardless of what would be morally wrong.Although Clynton is not quite as evil as my mother, the longer he follows Levitra, the more he will undoubtedly turn evil. I don't know if it was Levitra's seductive power and ability to control a person, but he is such a fool.Fortunately for me, Clynton was a sucker for my mother, so even though I had previously messed around in the territory, I never received harsh punishment. What I always heard from his mouth was, "

Love?I never felt loved by this clan. No one in the family cares for me. They always humiliate and bully me.But now Levitra says Clynton loves me.What kind of bullsh*t are they talking about?Clynton's expression remained stoic. He ignored me and pushed Levitra's hand off my neck.My neck is safe, while Clynton's hands were wounded.I felt worried for a second, but I immediately reminded myself not to be concerned about them. All my life, they have been mistreating me. There is no way they would suddenly change."You're lucky, Luceethe." Levitra commented. She wiped her hand that had been slapped by Clynton. Her contemptuous gaze still feels uncanny. She said, "You're a fool for bringing those people here." She then grinned at Wynnzen for the last time before confidently walking away.Where did that confidence come from?Doesn't she feel wary of the humans' dangerous weapons that would aim at them later?I am certain that healers and humans don't clash with each other yet because b

"Winston!"Although I was screaming loudly, my heart turned silent.My heart denies the fact that my husband is dying.As I frantically crawled closer to him, I saw blood spewing from his open wounds and smearing the ground. Winston was bleeding heavily, so I quickly removed my jacket and pressed it to his wounds in an effort to keep his life from leaving his body. I put my hand on his face; it was deadly cold.My eyes couldn't help but weep, making my vision worse.I trembled as I witnessed the warmth of life robbed by the chilly embrace of death.Winston's chest was still, showing no signs of life—clear evidence that he had passed away.I screamed even louder, letting out all of my conflicted feelings.I couldn't even talk to him or hear his final words!Movies are such a lie! The main characters were still able to communicate with their loved ones before they died, but why was all I was able to see of Winston was his eyes turning white?Why would everything come to be like this?I

Winston confidently tapped the hand he was holding and said, "This time, I'll show you that I can protect my wife."Even in the midst of the chaos, his face appeared bright and handsome.With that face and confidence, I should be cheering on him, but I doubt that he can show me what he was proudly saying.I always do the saving.He didn't accomplish anything other than hurting me and laying me down on the bed.Protecting me? In most cases, I save myself, and sometimes other people are always doing it.He is always late, you know.I am not complaining, though.I love him.I love his to-die-for body, his worth-national-treasure face, his gem-like eyes, his warm breath, his—actually, everything! Whether he is in his wolf form or humanoid form, he is always the best for me.But I am not blind. I can still see his flaws or the things he's bad at.I am just stating the fact that it's unlikely he can do what he was saying to me now.He just came back from being dead. What's the more reckless