There were 5 males and 3 females in Class A. But just within a blink, the number of female members dropped to 2.
"N-No!" The female who was just talking earlier, who was encouraging her ally, died as one werewolf leaped and pounced towards her neck in an instant.
Within that time, the female died, losing her head unattached from the body.
All of Class A cried. Deep inside their hearts, a piercing was thrust into them. A needle of that caliber hurts their emotions, destroys their spirit.
They couldn't handle it anymore. Snapping from anger, they couldn't think straight anymore. But even so, the leader ordered them to not attack the werewolf. At that incredible speed, what they can only think of is watching it drop its guard.
There were plenty of werewolves, but only countable numbers had runes randomly around their bodies. And as they didn't know what kind of variant they were, they couldn't move.
