Evelyn~
"If you can fight, then why did you let yourself be burned and drowned again and again?" my wolf's voice echoed in my head.
I replied nonchalantly, 'Sure, I'm strong and I can't die. But if an entire village comes after me, what can I do? They even used silver arrows.'
Werewolves—and most supernatural beings in general—were weak against silver. Once people discovered I lost strength when I touched it, they used it against me every chance they got.
So yes, inside a pack, werewolves might be strong and almost unbeatable. But alone—especially if they weren't an Alpha—a werewolf was just like a wild wolf that could be hunted and killed if humans worked together.
At last, Rael opened his mouth. "Evelyn, I don't—"
Before he could finish, someone screamed outside. "A DEMON BEAST! HOLY SHIT, IT HAS SIX HEADS!"
What the hell …
Marek had said he saw demon beasts—plural—but who would have thought it was actually one beast with six heads?
