Chapter 117 Final Decision

• A muscular golden werewolf scuttled to its feet, the snow spreading around the place in an attempt to catch the vampire lord, who mysteriously vanished into the cold air. After Alpha Damion was knocked out of the room by Lord Rawlings, the same scenario had been repeating itself; the vermin always misting out on each attempt to grab him with his long, raking claws.
• “ Am I too hard to get? Too bad, you're pretty too slow”, a taunting voice unexpectedly sounded at the back of his wolf ears.
• A wicked laughter followed afterward, resounding in cold air like a deep hollow. The Alpha snarled, turning sharply toward his backside, baring his sharp fangs in aggression. However, he still couldn't detect the vampire's movements.