"Hmph."
Mondo ignored this group of ants. Instead, he cast a greedy glance at Lias's proud figure, his eyes betraying unconcealed greed. "Woman, your sole purpose is to propagate the bloodline of the great Snowfield Werewolves. If you beg for mercy obediently, perhaps I..."
Lias's demeanor turned cold. Her fingers became like blades, sending the intense Moonlight Blade flying, slashing open a bloody gash that burst forth into a cloud of blood mist.
Mondo grunted, unbothered by the dripping blood and exposed flesh on his chest. He licked his lips, his gaze fiery.
Werewolf society was patriarchal; powerful werewolves controlled the tribe's wealth, women, and power. Thus, he aimed to turn this proud Blood Race Queen into a female slave, destined to ultimately perish in his bed.
SWOOSH...
Flesh squirmed, and the wound healed swiftly.
