Inside the library, under the crumbling bookshelf, there was a faint sound of a woman's cry. It was Violet, the witch. She was trying to break free from the heavy woods that were trapping her body under, and moved away from the bookshelf ruins. But there was something else that made her whimpering in fear. It was someone whose wrath she feared the most.
"Jedrek...I'm...I'm sorry—," She sobbed the moment she saw that man was approaching her. His dark eyes were so intensely predacious, she realized that her life was about to end in any moment then. He exuded this unsettling predatory energy. The beast was ready to pounce on its prey.
But then, he bent his body down, and easily lifted the bookshelf from Violet's body. His action could be out of pity, or perhaps he had another plan inside his vicious mind about what to do with Violet. One thing for sure, the lycan king was not going to spare the witch for mercy.
