His movements were crisp and efficient, not a trace of hesitation, as if this sort of thing was already routine to him.
Although Luna Sutton knew that in the Beastman world, it was survival of the fittest—she'd seen her fair share of bloody and disgusting scenes during the apocalypse—she still felt a little overwhelmed by the sight before her, her stomach churning.
She instinctively took a step back, eyes avoiding the bloody, mangled corpse.
Corbin Crowley cast her a cold glance, his silver eyes completely emotionless.
He slowly flicked the blood off his wolf claws, shifting into human form, his tall figure stopping in front of Luna, his voice icy and low: "What, scared?"
Though her heart was a little unsettled, she forced herself to look calm. "Scared? What haven't I seen, Luna Sutton? Just a wolf pelt, what's there to be afraid of?"
Corbin snorted, clearly not believing a word she said.
