Chapter 633 Desmond's Manual for Hunting a Werewolf

How long had it been since he had been so hurt? Mathías could not remember it, perhaps because he had never been in that state. Mathías could feel his flesh regenerating at high speed, but the pain was difficult to mitigate. Supported by one hand on the ground, Mathías vomited blood without stopping while he watched the pieces of his own entrails spill out.

In addition to the pain, there was a wave of primal anger and fear deep within Mathias, the werewolf losing much of his arrogance as he came face to face with the possibility of death. Being on edge, Mathías immediately heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching his position. The sole of Desmond's shoe crunching against the arid ground sounded like an entire orchestra in Mathias's keen ears.