Chapter Fifty-Four

Amante POV

The party was peaceful until a cue from the matriarch to start the buffet wreaked havoc when several attendees, guards, and servers transformed into beasts and devour the human guests. Awfully horrendous scene mocked the extravagant decorations in place. To top it all, I was here, cowered like a hunted prey under the elusive safety of a low-down table.

Back in Verte Monde, I played as a worthless idler, not because I lack the courage to do or endure dangerous or unpleasant things, but as I wanted to believe, it was an ingenious strategy to conceal my wretched secret plan to lure the pack in a war or battle with the human beings.

This was a different and more humiliating condition than before. I became a weakling, comes from the thought of having nothing but the weak physical body of a human who cannot face off a beast like that one salivating flyer above the table where Gizzelle was desperately trying to sq