It was hard to contain the bloodlust in my heart when I felt a small prick in my back. I looked back angrily and found the big guy I was looking for sticking a syringe into my back.
There was nothing wrong with my body, but his behavior made me feel offended.
The big guy looked at me with a horrified expression, and I reached out with my claws and grabbed the arm he used to stab me with the needle, then forcefully pulled it off him. He let out a loud, shrill scream, and I felt impatient, so I cut off his windpipe with my claws so that he couldn't make another sound.
I looked at him coldly. With such a severe injury, even if he were a werewolf, it would be difficult for him to heal, but I didn't care if he was dead or alive. They were here to sell she-wolves. They should have known that they would get what they deserved.
I fixed my eyes on Joanna. She was looking darkly at me.
I walked over slowly and decided to deal with my last opponent.
