Werewolf hunting rules

A black wolf shuttled through the shadows cast by the buildings, nose pointed forward, following its only target.

Its body is beautiful, but its running posture is not coordinated enough. Whenever it tries to speed up its pace, its four legs start to have their own ideas. This running method makes it faster than ordinary people, but it cannot keep up with the target speed.

Fortunately, it is quite adaptable to its sense of smell.

Leaving the human settlement, the black wolf followed the target's scent onto the road, and then pursued it into the forest.

The dark realm further slowed its movements. It was an area it was unfamiliar with, but it did not give up. It just raised its ears to listen to the roars of birds and beasts around it. At the same time, it cautiously tapped the ground with the tip of its nose and pursued the target more slowly. traces.

Its goal is not far off, it knows.

The smell of nature is like a melodious melody never heard before, which flows down the river of music with joy until the note represented by its target stops abruptly.

The familiar smell was interrupted by a particularly cold and humid jungle. Not far away was an artificially opened open space. This looked very suspicious in a naturally growing dense forest, and it also smelled a strong and lingering smell of blood. , and many animal odors that it is unfamiliar with.

A group of animals once ate here.

The black wolf looked ahead warily, but the danger did not come from there. The biting wind blew down from the big tree next to it, and a huge shadow instantly enveloped it. Before it had time to react, a tall figure was standing behind it, holding its arms firmly with both hands. Pull up hard with both ears.

This was not pleasant. As the palm of his hand was pulled up, the black wolf had to try to stand upright on its two hind legs while whimpering.

When it was about to stand upright like a human, a black-haired girl burst out of the black wolf's belly and threw herself toward the ground unsteadily.

The tall figure behind her ignored it, but tugged at the wolf skin, shook it, and then wrapped it around his neck, using it as a gorgeous scarf.

The girl put her hands on the ground and climbed up in disgrace to face the person standing behind her. She looked a little embarrassed. She scratched her long black curly hair and combed several pieces of dirt from it.

She had a shy face, clasped her hands together, put her legs together to make a ladylike appearance, and used an extraordinarily high-pitched voice.

"Uncle—you really scared me."

Clayton stared at his black pointed nails in the moonlight, as if they were the only thing that existed in the world.

At the same time, his voice was emotionless and as cold as ice.

"Don't call me uncle, who are you and why are you holding my things?"

The girl's smile was a bit awkward, and she already felt extremely uneasy. This kind of attitude was something she had never experienced from the other person.

"I am your niece, Donna Bello."

Clayton finally looked up at her, but then shook his head regretfully.

"You are similar to her, but you are not. Because my niece Donna should be sleeping in her own bed now, instead of crawling around in an ugly posture in a wolf's skin, covered in mud." At this point , he looked at the dirt on Donna's face and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Donna stiffened, and it hurt more than anything he'd said before.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have come out and followed you."

Clayton let out a long ooh.

"But you also violated the agreement. You said that all adventures will not be hidden from me." The girl shivered in the cold wind, and suddenly added, even if the cold wind blew against her face, she still looked up and stared at her uncle unconvincingly. face, but there was no expression on it that she expected.

Creighton Bello paid no heed to their agreement.

"I know a lot. It seems that you are indeed my niece."

He nodded slightly, but without getting too excited, he asked the other person: "Where's Julius? He should have stopped you."

"I brought him down." Donna finally found something to brag about: "I used some magic potion, and he wasn't alert at all. But don't worry, I used a very small dose, and he won't sleep all day long. It's late, he should have woken up half an hour ago. And I also left a few curses around him as a defense. If someone takes the opportunity to get close to him who is unconscious, those curses will be activated, making the enemy's body stiffen and his hands The eyes cannot see.”

"What if no one comes and he wakes up first?"

Dimples appeared on both sides of the girl's cheeks: "Then he will have to spend more time getting up. If his true level is what he claims to be, this is the best result."

In the darkness under the tree, Clayton turned his head to look at her, his bright yellow eyes almost emotionless.

"I seem to have been knocked down by you, on the first night you came to Gevo."

That night, Donna touched his glass after entering the hotel, and he fell asleep when he should have been alert.

Donna's expression turned to embarrassment again.

"I thought you were a follower of the devil and was deceived by that green-haired man, so I wanted to find evidence on your body."

"Well done." Clayton interrupted her: "I really think it was the right thing to do."

Hearing the words of praise, Donna was startled and smiled even more.

The next moment, she was grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

"But only that once."

Clayton's broad right hand was holding his niece's slender neck. She was restrained by this huge force. Even if the fingers did not tighten, her unexercised neck felt the pain of tearing up and down. Due to the effect of her weight, her feet had to stand on tiptoe to relieve the pressure.

Before the pain that hit her, Donna's mind went blank and she couldn't use any magic.

"I stretched out my hand on your vitals right in front of your eyes, why didn't you hide?" The werewolf asked curiously, "Do you want to die?"

Donna was speechless at the moment and could only try to stand on tiptoes and use both hands to break the hand that was strangling her neck, so as to gain more breathing space.

Clayton looked at her appearance, shook his head in disappointment, and then let go of his hand.

Donna fell to the ground, her hands still clutching her neck, her face full of fear. She obviously didn't expect that her uncle, who had always loved her, would do something to her. The fear of death instantly occupied every position in her heart. She thought Although he already has the ability to take charge of his own affairs, he still cannot resist this sudden incident.

"You're not wary of me, just like Julius isn't wary of you, are you?"

Clayton said calmly. He knelt down in front of his collapsed niece and stretched out his right hand again, but this time it was not to pinch her, but to pull her up.

Donna looked at the hand that had just threatened her with death in shock. She hesitated for a moment before holding it again. Clayton pulled her up.

"I'm sorry." She said in a hoarse voice. Clayton's actions just now still hurt her throat a little.

Clayton made her suddenly realize that the reason why she was able to successfully attack Julius was not the difference in strength, but that she took advantage of his trust.

All verbal education is not as practical as this. This is exactly what Clayton wants. He is not in a hurry to end this education. They have just arrived here at a speed far faster than ordinary people. Even if the time for doing things is excluded, there is still plenty of time.

"Tell me where you went wrong."

"I shouldn't have attacked you and Julius because you didn't attack me."

Clayton shook his head: "No, girl, as I said just now, I agree with your decision to put me down - you were suspicious of me, so you took decisive action, but later found out that I didn't realize it was you. Then you pretended that nothing happened and stopped alarming me. I admire your behavior up to this point. This may not be the best way to handle it, but you are decisive enough."

"The real issue is your attack on Julius."

He looked at the confused Donna, and his tone gradually became more serious: "Didn't we openly announce each other before that? Didn't he say that he was the mage consultant I hired?"

The girl shook her head.

"Then do you choose to believe what we say, or do you still have doubts?"

"I just thought Julius still had bad intentions, and you didn't know about it." Donna defended herself, covering her neck.

Clayton asked her coldly: "You think he has evil intentions, where is the evidence?"

Donna suddenly felt aggrieved and annoyed, and her tone became tough.

"I don't."

Her motive was obviously to care about the other person, so why did things develop like this?

"Since you have agreed to become a companion, you should abide by the rules of dealing with companions. It is the biggest taboo to attack a companion who trusts you without having any evidence of the other party's betrayal! Did you discuss this matter with me before? , explain your suspicions about him? No, you didn't. You think I can't be convinced because I'm not a wizard. I know nothing about your methods and will be fooled easily. So even if I am a werewolf, I My strength and speed are far superior to yours, and you also believe that your wisdom can surpass mine and that you can solve this matter on your own, so there is no need to discuss it with me."

Creighton slowly dissected Donna's psyche, leaving her pale, but she could still argue.

"But don't you also treat me as a child? Even though we have agreed, you still never discuss those important things with me, and let me accept Julius's arrangements. The rest of the time, you pretend that I don't exist. Like tonight”

"That's because I thought you could return to normal life after we go back, so I tried my best not to let you deal with these weird things to prevent you from being disconnected from normal society." Clayton said gloomily .

"Besides, you might as well guess how your mother would react if you unfortunately died here?"

"Will she rush to Sasha City after receiving your letter and cry bitterly at my grave?"

Donna used her imagination to the extreme, but she could sense that Clayton would have other answers, and she was already a little uneasy.

But the fact is that Clayton didn't deny the answer, he just told her that it was incomplete.

"If you tell half the story, she will cry at your grave, but that will be after she kills me. Believe me, your mother can do it more neatly than you think. She won't She has no mercy for her enemies. When everything is over, she will find a gun or a rope to end her life, and the entire Bello family will disappear."

Donna couldn't believe what he said and kept shaking her head. This possibility was too scary, and she wanted to reject this possibility from the ground up.

"But she is just an ordinary person, and you are a werewolf. Even if she wants to kill you, she can't do it because you can easily stop her."

"But I'm not going to stop her. I'm going to stand there and let her kill me without any resistance."

The werewolf's yellow eyes no longer looked at her, but fell on the moon. How he hoped that his brother could look here at this moment, and come up with an idea to solve the current problem as he did in the past, and prevent him from falling into a dilemma. .

But this familiar scene is no longer there, and he must make his own choice.

This won't be easy for Creighton.

He always made the wrong choices, he had messed up the first half of his life, but now, he could only pray that he made the right choice again.

"Last time she entrusted her husband to me, I couldn't bring him back alive, and I was even partially responsible for his death. This time she entrusted you to me, and I can't let her down no matter what. Until you can take charge of your own affairs, it will be my duty as a guardian to ensure your safety."

Clayton turned around and walked towards the clearing.

"Come on, I know you won't give up even if you hear these terrible words. You may be honest for a while out of guilt for your mother, but in the end you will do what you want because that's who you are. . People in the Bello family all have this trait. We are as stubborn as stones and do not know how to adapt. We only act according to our willfulness, so we often hurt each other. You don’t have to feel guilty for your thoughts, because it is hereditary. I originally treated you The method was indeed inappropriate, but it won’t happen again.”

"You are kinder, braver, and more stubborn than I imagined."

Donna followed him with her arms folded. After hearing the thoughtful and complimentary words in front of her, heat finally surged into her body again, supporting her to return to her usual state, but the last word seemed to pour a basin of ice water on her. .

"I guess the last word you wanted to say was perseverance," she said carefully.

"No, there is no misunderstanding." Clayton said coldly: "Since you think that you are extraordinary and cannot live like ordinary people, and insist on looking for those dangerous things, then all I can do is guide you to know them. Dealing with them so that you don't get killed by your own carelessness or simple weakness are lessons you can't learn in school."

He glanced back at her meaningfully, causing her to tremble again—not out of fear, but in anticipation.

She was finally recognized.

"If you must be accompanied by death, it is better to be a hunter than a prey. But your thoughts and abilities are still lacking, and it is time to complete them. In this way, even if you encounter misfortune in the future, I can tell you My brother, I have done my best for your education.”