58 My Wolf

"What did you say?" Kral's entire body seemed to bristle with hostility as he asked sharply, radiating a strong sense of enmity.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't mean to bring up that method. It's just that I... just thought of it," The spirit on the wall muttered.

"But you just mentioned that she needs to take a drop of blood from the heart?" Kral didn't look at me, but his tone strangely softened when he mentioned heart blood.

A werewolf's heart was an extremely fragile and deadly place, and the blood there was particularly special, and it was excruciatingly painful to take it.

"I am not entirely sure of the effectiveness of this method, but if she cannot shift into a wolf, perhaps the Moon Goddess can only find and confirm her through the blood of her heart," the spirit said, showing us an evasive answer. She dared not meet Kral's dark gaze, and her voice gradually softened. "So, do you want to give it a try?"

"Let’s do it."

I suppressed my fear and forced a smile at Kral