"Grrr!" Layla struggled slightly, clearly expressing her displeasure at being carried in such a manner."Ungrateful pup, I am your master!" Bridget chuckled lightly, swaying the hand that held Layla's neck, causing the small wolf's body to swing like a pendulum in a grandfather clock.Layla was furious enough to bristle, although her body was now just a small clump of fur. But she was still a proud and mighty wolf! Why did this detestable person show no respect for a magnificent creature like her!Of course, she completely forgot that in Bridget's eyes, she was just a wolf devoid of spiritual sense and shapeshifting power. To this world, ordinary creatures were the lowest, the very bottom of the food chain.Bridget failed to see the dissatisfaction in the young wolf's eyes. He carefully held his pet close and headed towards his tribe.The werewolf warriors cheerfully used their claws to slice the prey they had just brought down, then divided it among themselves. They split into two gro

Bridget warily scanned his surroundings, the silence so profound it tensed every nerve in his body. The pitch darkness of the forest revealed how dreadfully lost he had become.Indeed, he had lost his way. As Bridget and his subordinates were chasing a winged tiger, they were suddenly attacked by giant carnivorous plants, causing everyone to scatter. Unsure of his men's condition, Bridget used the brief moments of rest while catching his breath to think. He hoped that no one from his tribe had become lost in the forest like he had.For this place was perilous.A forest feared and respected by the people of the North.A forest of death.Even someone as confident in his strength as Bridget wouldn't recklessly venture here, let alone others.Thus, his nose continuously sniffed the air to detect any lurking creatures, and his ears stayed alert for the approach of any monsters. The slightest rustle would allow Bridget to react instantly.He maintained this high level of vigilance until a s

Layla could not touch the people in her dreams, nor could they see her.Unsure of why she was here, she also didn't know how to escape. Layla could only continue to observe this strange dream.However, one thing caught her attention. She was consistently pulled along by an invisible force, linked to a mother wolf and her cub.She had once tried to leave, but discovered she could only get as far away as the distance equivalent to that of a century-old tree.Would something happen to them? Or perhaps… were the mother and child trying to send her a message through their dreams?As Layla followed the everyday steps of the little wolf named Han and his mother, she pondered.She saw them living happily together, with friendly neighbors in a peaceful and warm community.Then…She saw the woman's husband return.He arrived, bloodied and wounded, leaning against his wife. Ignoring the woman’s worried inquiries and her cries of pain, he didn't utter a word as she trembled while bandaging his wo

Bridget was only fifteen years old when he became the chieftain of the Northern tribe. At this age, no one would normally accept him as their leader. Unfortunately, he was too ruthless.He treated his enemies with cruelty, and he was even harsher on himself.He could disregard his own bloodied and battered body, still brutally charging into battle.For a werewolf tribe that relied on fighting for survival, this was a positive trait. However, sometimes it was a terrifying disease. When a warrior could no longer distinguish between enemies and allies, the only outcome was death.No one would tolerate having a powerful but uncontrollable weapon by their side.Perhaps it was a stroke of luck. Lucky that Bridget still maintained his sanity, lucky that he still knew who he was and hadn’t lost his way.However, not having lost his way didn’t mean he never would.Bridget's current state of losing control was something few in the Northern tribe were aware of. He didn't want those cunning elder