Logan was forced to the ground, a low whimper escaping his throat.
Holding the daggers tightly, he twisted the blades, further increasing the silver-furred beast's agony.
In a fit of rage, Logan forcefully rose to his feet, throwing Kaiser off his back.
Dark red blood poured from the wounds onto his fur, making him look even more like a savage beast.
Kaiser landed softly, barely making a sound.
His empty gaze followed Logan's movements as the creature walked around him, his gaze predatory.
'Hmm… a beast at heart, aren't you?'
Kaiser took a glance at the injury caused by Kiera's blood spear. It had almost healed.
His eyes widened subtly, but he barely felt any surprise.
Lycanthropes were well-known for their insane healing abilities.
Logan healing from that minor wound was no surprise.
The lycanthrope dashed at him from behind, aiming to tackle him to the ground.
However, Kaiser was always a step ahead.
