A solid brown giant wolf growled as it rushed into Catriona's room.
Catriona was holding her son, hiding in the closet. Her face was pale, yet she feigned calm, hugging her son tightly and comforting him, "It's okay, it's okay."
The growls from downstairs triggered Cedric to shift into his pure wolf form, stirring a primal instinct to fight. The little wolf cub bared his teeth, growling at the closet door without a hint of fear.
"It's okay, sweetie. Stay with Mommy." Catriona listened to the sounds coming from downstairs, then heard a low growl from the second floor. She shook, holding her son even tighter.
The little cub's growl suddenly halted. It seemed to sense its mother's fear, lifting its head and extending its tiny tongue to gently lick her face, before lowering its head to lick her hand.
The cub let out a soft whimper, "Awoo... woo woo..."
Mommy, don't be afraid.
Don't be afraid.
Then, he rubbed his round little head against Catriona's chin.
Meanwhile.
In the forest, two wolf packs converged.
Roderick and Magnus had shifted to their upright forms, listening to the report.
"Count: sixty-two captured in the forest."
Roderick frowned slightly, "Only?"
The next second, Roderick's ears twitched, and his sharp gaze turned toward the left, in the direction of Luna Palace.
A distant wolf howl reached them, signaling a call for help.
Luna Palace was in danger.
All the werewolves present were startled. Roderick and Magnus immediately shifted to pure wolf form, leading the charge as they sprinted through the dark forest.
The huge werewolf, as dark as the night, let out an enraged roar, his mind filled with images of the gentle, delicate woman and that small, vulnerable cub.
They dared!!
They dared!!
Just kill them all.
Why bother capturing them? Just kill them—these air-wasting creatures don't deserve to live.
They don't need to live. Tear their filthy throats out.
For the first time, this rational leader was overwhelmed by an irrational urge.
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Catriona stared wide-eyed in fear at the scarred brown wolf that entered her room. It was so big...
She felt that this werewolf was at least 6.4 feet tall just in height.
Draven. It was actually Draven.
So Draven was a solid-colored wolf?
Solid-colored wolves were rare among werewolves, and this was her first time seeing Draven's ears and tail in his pure wolf form!
Draven stood in the center of the room, his entire body tense as he stared toward the door.
At the same time, he let out a howl.
"Cub! Get your mom out of the closet; I'll get you both out of here!"
The little cub bit his mom's clothes, trying to pull her out, but it was more difficult than using words. The next second, he fought against his instincts and shifted to an upright form, revealing his ears and tail.
"Mommy, Mr. Draven said we need to come out. He's going to take us away!"
Catriona understood.
She quickly hugged her son and crawled out of the closet.
The closer she got, the more terrifyingly large Draven's pure wolf form appeared. She struggled to put her son on his back.
Draven lowered his body, and the cub used both hands to climb up, gripping his long fur tightly.
"Hold on tight, sweetie."
Just as Catriona was about to swing her leg over, a loud crash came from the window, and two huge fallen werewolves charged toward her with fierce looks in their eyes.
Draven, with the cub on his back, grappled with one of them. The other shifted to an upright form, easily capturing the fleeing human, hoisting her over his shoulder, and leaping out the window.
"Ahh!!" Catriona, held upside down, was extremely uncomfortable. Finally, she mustered all her strength and shouted, "Cedric! Hold on tight to Draven! You have to stay with him!"
"Mommy!!!" The cub let out a heart-wrenching cry, ignoring his mom's words as he tried to get off Draven. His little face was void of any expression.
Draven bit down on the neck of the fallen werewolf with a crunch, causing it to collapse limply.
He opened his mouth wide and grabbed the fallen cub, tossing it onto his back.
Then, he tilted his head back and let out a piercing howl, signaling that Catriona had been taken.
"Cub! Your father is heading down the mountain to stop them. Your mother will be fine—hold on tight to me!"
"Mom... my mom has been taken by the bad guys!" Cedric clung to the long fur, tears welling up in his eyes. "Save Mom! Mr. Draven, please save my mom!"
He was to small, and he couldn't do anything, only watch as his mom was taken away.
The little cub reached out his tiny hand to wipe his tears, looking both pitiful and adorable.
The howl from Draven was heard by the werewolves downstairs.
Black's eyes widened, and he quickly rushed out.
Lightblaze held back the fallen werewolves trying to interfere, his body covered in bloodstains.
In the room, Sapphire, who had been trembling and pale, froze when she heard that Catriona had been taken, and tears started flowing uncontrollably.
However, through her teary eyes, her gaze gradually became resolute.
She couldn't keep hiding.
How long was she going to remain useless?
Even Ruby was outside fighting, while she was the most useless!
This time, even if she died, so what?
A blue-black werewolf with a wagging tail ran out of the room. Compared to the other werewolves, her frame was much smaller, and she followed Black's figure, chasing after him.
She hadn't run far before she sensed fallen werewolves chasing her.
And there were three of them!!
Sapphire let out a whimper, her voice tinged with tears. Terrified, she ran as fast as she could.
But, being naturally timid and lacking wilderness training, how could she outrun the fallen werewolves? She took a wrong turn and slipped, tumbling into the river.
The three fallen werewolves stopped at the riverbank, baring their teeth threateningly.
In the forest.
Roderick intercepted the werewolf carrying Catriona.
The werewolf held a knife to Catriona's neck. He was wearing a dirty, soaked white T-shirt, his face bearded and fierce.
"Roderick, let's make a deal."
The pitch-black werewolf clawed at the ground furiously, growling in a low, threatening tone, "Let her go!!"
Catriona had been jostled so much that her head was spinning, her face pale. Now, gripped by the wolf behind her, she frowned in discomfort.
