Chapter 609 Unholy Nobility.

(Desmond's side)

The blood loss made it difficult to keep a clear mind, and the pain and burning numbness in his gut was debilitating. Yet, Desmond trusted his regenerative abilities to keep him on his feet.

With one hand holding onto his stomach to keep his insides from spilling onto the floor, Desmond got up and faced the person who had left him in that state. 

A huge bipedal wolf with pitch-black fur, huge fangs, and claws covered in blood. Neither the thick fur nor the fancy clothes the werewolf wore could hide the powerful muscles beneath that spoke volumes about the kind of predator the creature was.

Displaying the closest thing to a smile a wolf can show, the person in front of Desmond spoke provocatively. "Come on, Desmond, we're just getting started."