Chapter 220
Ivan
Fuck that witch. I would not listen to anything she had to say anymore.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I drove through the snow-covered road at high speed. If I could reach Nightshade within an hour, maybe I would find my wife alive. But the witch—or whatever she was—had said my wife was dead.
No! No!
I would believe no such words from her. As I continued to drive, I felt thin layers of sweat forming on my forehead. Because of the werewolf blood in us, we were still capable of feeling heat and sweating.
I thought back to the days I would go around killing men and women. Was the Moon Goddess now punishing me for my crimes? For what I did in the past?
I clenched my jaw and focused on the road ahead of me. After four more hours of driving, I was in Nightshade City. I quickly got out of the car and ran towards the house. There were people gathered at the entrance. Wailing and gritting their teeths.
