The black wolf Kaelen Vance turned into bared his fangs, his sharp claws gouging deep trenches into the ground, and sneered, "Such petty tricks."
He growled low, his body swelling violently, transforming into an even larger black wolf, his fangs bared like daggers. With a sudden swipe, he tore apart the vines rushing toward him.
But the vines seemed endless—snapping apart only to regrow in an instant, pouring forth without end.
Mia was hanging upside down from a tree, staring at the scene in terror: "Kaelen, save me! Quick!"
Luna Sutton shot her a glance, her expression disdainful: "Save you? Do you really think you're still the prettiest girl in the tribe? Just look at your ugly mug now—you're disgusting just to look at. Why would he ever save you? Hell, he can't even save himself at the moment."
Her words were viciously sarcastic. Mia was so infuriated, her face went ashen, her whole body shaking, nearly fainting from rage.
