47. In the middle of the night

Lucifer managed to dodge her claw, but it made him jerk back and land on the hard ground. The dagger in his hand slipped out,

The man rose to his feet instantly. He brought his fingers to his face as he felt the wetness on his cheeks and jaw. And red blood stained his palm, "shit."

In front of him, a few steps away, the wolf was already standing upright, her gaze was fixed on him, and a very low growl could be heard from him.

The man convinced himself that he shouldn't have any fear or anything, but still he gulped. He had often faced off against other wolves and been involved in countless brutal fights.

and he had defeated many of his enemies. But what was standing in front of him now was something completely different and new to him. He didn't yet know her strengths or weaknesses.

He swallowed while trying to guess her next move.

The silver wolf actually did not look feral or threatening. Instead, she looked completely sweet, and he now knew that it was all a mask.

She was not