Chapter 987 Does He Not Want Her Anymore

Ambrose's pupils shrank.

His right hand had completely transformed into the shape of a wolf claw.

The mutation continued to spread up his arm, resulting in a thick layer of wolf fur.

Dawn was approaching. A faint light shone on the horizon. The distant sea was tumultuous with no end in sight.

Ambrose stood on the balcony, his black hair fluttering in the sea breeze.

He cautiously lifted his right hand. At this moment, his hand could no longer be called a hand.

From his fingertips to his arm, it had fully transformed into a wolf's paw. Even more terrifyingly, the mutation was still spreading toward his shoulder.

His time was running out.

Ambrose stared at his right hand intently for a long time. Until the cold air covered his long eyelashes with a layer of frost, he put on his gloves again, hiding the mutated hand.

He returned to the bedroom, where Larissa remained asleep. She appeared to be having a beautiful dream, smiling as she slept.

Ambrose sat down by the bed, gazing at