They looked at the figure, moving closer to the light, and turned serious as they saw their target walking unharmed, with no signs of his men nearby.
"Are you the idiot who interrupted me?" A cold smile stretched across Graves' lips as she watched the seven men on the shores.
''Haha...thank you for making this easier for me,'' the boss laughed loudly, but his eyes flashed with caution. He motioned for his men. ''Kill the other one. We only need the Silver Wolf.''
His men nodded, transforming into their true forms. One released a green mist, his ears growing longer as he began whispering glamour spells towards Graves. The others shifted into wolves or other beasts.
They were supernaturals, their full power overwhelming to a normal person. But not Graves, she was not fazed by them outnumbering her. She could have killed them in seconds, but she wanted them fully prepared. She wanted to enjoy herself a little longer.
