"How... How is that possible?!"

Stunned, the crippled werewolf pushed the wheelchair backward.

Cecelia's whole body was stained with Zack's spray of blood. Only her piercing eyes kept their original color.

"Why? Why can you still move?! You've been poisoned by Blood Spar!"

Snapped the crippled werewolf, losing all his former composure.

Cecelia grinned.

"That's a question I'll answer when you're locked up in the dungeon of the Silver Moon Pack."

With these words, Cecelia ran straight at the crippled werewolf. She moved so fast, like a flash of red lightning, that in the blink of an eye she was right in front of the crippled werewolf.

"Ah--!”

Wailing in...