Oliver Abbott was saved.
Without even glancing at Caroline Edwin who blocked the mother wolf, he dragged his injured leg and limped towards the crowd.
Fresh blood flowed from his foot, dripping along the way and faintly scenting the air with a hint of blood.
"Roar——"
The mother wolf's sharp teeth bit on the dagger, letting out a low roar before releasing its grip.
Instead of continuing to tangle with Caroline, it decisively turned and charged towards the fleeing Oliver.
Wolves naturally hold grudges, and the pregnant mother wolf naturally resented its target for being hit in the abdomen with a stone.
"Oliver!"
"Oliver, be careful!"
"Get out of the way, the wolf is charging at you!"
...
The onlookers' hearts raced, throbbing in their throats as they watched intently.
Oliver, who was running away in a sorry state, looked back to see the gray mother wolf swiftly approaching, exuding an intimidating aura as it ran.
