Erik's face split into a malevolent grin, a clear testament to the exhilaration coursing through his veins as he prepared to receive the approaching vampire.
At the same time, Alice, who was comfortably clutching on to Erik's back, found herself utterly captivated by the spectacle.
The sight of Erik's lone figure, facing of against the might of three second-rankers, was not just impressive to the young wereverine—it was awe-inspiring.
Her common sense told her that she still couldn't be sure Erik had her best interests at heart, but her identity as a ferocious young wereverine with a passion for fighting was quickly taking precedence in her mind.
Just these few seconds of fighting had already solidified Erik's nomination for Alice's new idol.
