In front of him is a mesmerizingly beautiful young woman with perfectly made white hair and blue dress. She was dressed like a refined lady and stood out like a thumb in a place like the Benign pack.
However, it wasn’t her beauty or her demeanor that struck him dumb, it was the look in his eyes. There was a chillingly cold anger in her eyes that freeze him in place, making a shiver run down his spine.
She was looking at him as though looking at a corpse and from her overwhelmingly powerful aura, he feared that he might really become one.
“Are you having fun?” she asks chillingly.
Scared out of his wits, he hastily shakes his head. His instincts were telling him that this was not someone he could afford to provoke. The aura she was letting off is something that not even his Alpha ca
