Chapter 55

"You want to fight me? Looking at you relatively tattered, you won't be able to resist me in this state. Or we can discuss a bit; you give me the silver fangs, and I will spare your life." The man laughs dangerously.

My hand clutched the canvas bag that held the fangs; I couldn't give it to him; it was something Vince and I risked our lives for; I needed it to win and help Brian sign the treaty.

"If you're so strong, why don't you find the Rouges, fight, and win it fiercely? What's the need here to make it difficult for someone like me?" I provoke because any werewolf has high self-esteem. "Or you can't beat them; you're afraid of them. That's why you want to bully me?"

It would have worked if, as a man, he had self-respect and shame, but no, I was wrong.

"I didn't hit your trick. I need to win; everyone is focused on the result, and no one cares about the process. Instead of going into battle foolishly, it's smart for me to wait here to rob people like you." He laughed loudly.

I let