A huge black wolf stood in front of the pack of wolves, staring straight at the man in black. Strangely, there was no killing intent in its eyes, but it was full of suspicion.
It kept twitching its nose, as if it was trying to confirm something.
The man in black also knew that the wolves had no intention of killing him, but he had been followed by the wolves for three days, and he didn't know the reason. He was running out of patience.
The black wolf lowered its head and slowly took two steps forward. It didn't take an attacking posture. Instead, it seemed to be getting closer to the man in black to confirm something.
"What do you want to confirm?"
The man in black seemed to have seen through the black wolf's thoughts. He laughed at himself after asking the question.
He should have gotten used to this kind of loneliness, but why was he talking to the wolf now?
