Chapter 546 Seven Wolves
- Inside the tent, Lewis Snow lay on the ground, face pale as chalk, and Feral was sprawled nearby, weak as a kitten. The air reeked of a foul, metallic stench—the kind that told you the poison in Feral’s body ran bone-deep.
- “What happened? What the hell went down?”
- Warfang and the others heard the shout and rushed in. Seeing the scene, they hurriedly carried Lewis out and moved him to a clean tent.