Doomed
The werewolf’s face turned pale upon hearing that blood-curdling threat from Hamilton.
However, he still tried to look tall in the face of danger and shouted back while trying his best not to tremble, “You think this is a mere hunting game? We are fighting for the honor of our King and you damned thing think this is a mere game?”
Hamilton felt a wave of rage hitting the center of his chest when he heard that werewolf mentioning its King.
“Hmm… So, it was indeed Everard who sent you loafers after us?” Hamilton grumbled while narrowing his eyes.
Alexander, who was standing still like a statue until now suddenly spoke up, “Everard was the one to send you all after us?” He furrowed his brows and glared at that grotesque creature and shouted until his eyes teared up, “Don’t you dare malign him in front of me! Everard would never stoop this low! And why would he even have any connection with people like you who clearly aren’t even humans?”