Chapter 133
The man growled, standing on his feet as he shifted into his beast form.
Drusilla's heart raced as she took a step backward, her hand clutching the basket of buns.
"What was that for?" The Lycan glared at her.
"I warned you but you wouldn't listen."
"You know what I'm going to do to you now?" the Lycan said, stepping forward.
"Let me guess. I'm sure it's something about unaliving me," she replied.
The Lycan howled, and took another step forward. He swung his hands at her, grabbed the basket of buns, and shoved it to the ground.
Drusilla's eyes widened as she saw the buns scattered on the ground. Anger surged through her, reaching her fingertips where her magic settled. She stared at him intently. She didn't need to cast spells to bring the Lycan to his knees, clutching his neck.
She imagined him engulfed in fire, and it happened quickly, his body covered in flames.
