CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX

At that moment, Harold's wolf shut him out so that he could not say anything as hundreds of emotions filled the wolf all at once.

After some seconds as it registered what was going on, the most dominant emotion which happened to be anger filled the wolf from the head all the way to the paws and even to its tail and without thinking twice, the wolf sank its fangs heavily into Sarah's neck.

The wolf fell to the ground as it whined and made other funny noises like an entrapped mouse. Harold Girard's wolf didn't take its canines out of its neck. The only words it could register was revenge and it was going to revenge professor Ericson's injury. Dr. Peyton Giovanni was next in line for killing Francis.

When Sarah was barely moving, Harold's wolf let go of his neck. Blood had stained the white fur of Sarah's wolf and it looked like a mess. 

The wolf's gaze settled on Dr. Peyton Giovanni but before the wolf could do a