""Get away!" Sylvan Cheney looked back, giving her an icy, dismissive glance.
Jasmine Yale felt a pang in her heart.
She took a step back, leaning against a tree.
Only when he saw she meekly complied did Sylvan withdraw his gaze.
A few drops of red blood had already stained his neck. Whose it was, he didn't know.
Bang—
Another gunshot rang out!
A wolf that viciously thrust forward hadn't even managed to raise its claw before being precisely shot; it convulsed a few times on the ground, then was motionless.
Jasmine was so terrified she couldn't speak.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and the scent of gunpowder...
She had never seen a scene like this before—
The ground was a chaotic mess, a mix of rain, mud, and blood...
Two other wolves weren't willing to give up and didn't run. Their ghostly eyes were fixated on Sylvan with extreme caution.
Jasmine could feel her eyelids throbbing rapidly.
Her heart was a jumbled mess, as if a stone had struck it.
