Isla took a deep breath, his hands trembling. His eyes burned with hatred. Without thinking twice, he swung his claws at Vlad.
Vlad was caught off guard. He dodged quickly, but Isla's claws still tore across his chest. Black blood oozed from the scratches.
Vlad chuckled as he watched Isla dash away. But there was no way he would let the wolf escape.
For half an hour, he toyed with Isla's body, dragging him, throwing him, slamming him again and again. The young wolf was soon overwhelmed and exhausted.
Isla was covered in blood and wounds. His eyes were half-shut, barely able to open. He looked like a dying pup lying helplessly on the ground.
Vlad inhaled deeply, his excitement rising. But he froze when Isla suddenly convulsed and vomited fresh blood.
If the young wolf died here, it would cause chaos.
With regret, Vlad stopped. His hands still itched to play more, but he forced himself to leave Isla where he was. He had something more important to do—he had to bring Kai back.
