Xarion was both furious and anxious, so worked up he nearly failed to catch his breath.
Scam. This damned white tiger was absolutely pulling the same shameless stunt as Vincent.
The more Xarion thought about it, the angrier he became. He almost wanted to turn around and leave on the spot.
But when his eyes landed on the horrifying wound carved across Vangar's back—and the blood staining the corner of his mouth—his concern ultimately overpowered his rage.
No matter what, that strike earlier had truly been a full-force attack.
If he had genuinely crippled Vangar, there would be no explaining it to Female Master later.
Thinking of that, Xarion stopped hesitating.
His enormous wolf form rapidly shrank away, returning to human shape before he flashed toward the crater in several quick movements and jumped down beside Vangar.
Walking quickly over, Xarion stared at the claw wound on Vangar's back—deep enough to expose bone.
His thin lips pressed tightly together.
