Selma Payne's POV:
For a moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill. Everything slowed down. The flying figure, the sharp claws, and the frightened and sorrowful expression seemed to be fixed at this moment. I could see how a deformed wolf passed by me and how it stabbed at Aldrich's chest with its claws.
No!
No! Don't!
The moment the sharp claws pierced his chest, the hot blood splashed into my eyes.
Everything in the world was blurred, leaving only the blood of despair, laughing at my humbleness and accusing me of being weak.
Why? Why did I still not have the power to resist even now?
Even my past existence had been dispelled. Even my old body, which was connected to my parents by blood and flesh, had been abandoned. To obtain power, I was willing to pay any price! But why was the thing that fate had repaid me so ironic?
