"You are hurt, Lucifel. We will soon die.'
The moment he heard that from his wolf, sudden blood gushed out from his mouth and he mysteriously staggered back as if he were drunk.
'What is this?' He gritted his teeth.
There was thick blood in a round shape on his palm as he coughed out the blood. He looked at it carefully, trying to understand what kind of omen this could be.
'Is this as a result of the wolfsbane?' he questioned his wolf.
'This is a bad omen, Lucifel. You had better...'
'I don't think it is,' He said, feeling a sudden weakness in his chest. This was weird, and even more, weird to see that the alpha is feeling weak on the full moon. 'This is as a result of the wolfsbane. I am sure going to kill that bleeding woman,' he said, squeezing the solid blood into pieces and turning it into a sticky mash.
'Isn't this punishment from the goddess for treating your mate this way?'
