The Wolf King's Martial Arts Lover

Ah... Ah... A series of increasingly closer wolf howls, accompanied by the faint rustle of wolf hooves on the grass, made Ena unconsciously furrow her brow. Before she could even open her eyes, she felt a rush of coldness mixed with a scent of blood charging towards her. Instinctively alert, her body reacted before her thoughts, and in the blink of an eye, Ena's body sprung like a drawn bow, propelling her far away. Ah... Another wolf howl instantly brought Ena, whose legs were still weak, back to her senses. She steadied herself and looked towards the source of the sound. What met her gaze was a pair of deep green eyes, emitting a faint glow in the pitch-black night. Those green eyes exuded a savage humanity, accompanied by an icy coldness. A wolf with human qualities? Ena narrowed her eyes. The surroundings were pitch black, and the thick scent of earth mixed with the faint fragrance of grass in the cool breeze indicated that she was deep in the forest. With no time to ponder why she found herself here, Ena raised an eyebrow as she looked at the wolf, alert and staring back at her. The sight of Ena looking at it made the large beast, standing half the height of a person with sturdy limbs, bare its teeth. Suddenly, a strong scent of blood rushed forth, and Ena could faintly see the fresh bloodstains around the wolf's mouth. She assumed a defensive stance, a move she had learned from years of living in the forest to deal with wild beasts effectively. Ena's seemingly agile stance appeared naive and ridiculous in the eyes of the wolf, which flashed a moment of disdain in its deep green eyes. Simply outmatched! Ena calmly stared at the animal that looked down on her. Truth be told, she wasn't afraid of wolves. She didn't fear any creature in the jungle. It had been a long time since she had used her Beast Control Technique, and she wasn't sure if it would work now. The stalemate between Ena and the wolf persisted for some time, but the wolf, sensing that the woman in front of it was not to be trifled with, refrained from making any sudden moves despite assuming an attacking posture with its front paws. At this moment, both the woman and the wolf were as wary as startled birds, ready to engage in a battle at the slightest disturbance. Suddenly, with a whoosh, the leaves on a tree not far from the wolf rustled, followed by a dark figure soaring into the sky. Caw, caw, the deep and thick crow calls seemed to signal the opening of the confrontation between the woman and the wolf. Ah... With its stance already set, the wolf charged towards Ena, its hooves trampling the grass with increasingly louder crunches. Its two sharp teeth gleamed in the pitch-black night, making one shudder involuntarily. The ferocious aura rushed straight towards Ena, and the bloodthirsty gaze felt like it was staring at a dead person. Just as the wolf's sharp teeth were about to touch her neck, Ena turned her neck and rolled aside simultaneously. The grass on the ground, hardened over the years, felt like thousands of needles piercing her body the moment Ena's somewhat thinly dressed body touched it. She groaned softly, tightly furrowing her brows. She knew her body must be covered in tiny blood holes by now, with even her nerves throbbing in pain. Standing up with great effort and without pausing to carefully feel the sharp pain all over her body, Ena heard the sound of iron hooves trampling the grass ringing in her ears again. Knowing she couldn't afford to lie down again, Ena exerted all her strength and ran towards the depths of the forest, reciting the mantra she had always kept at the bottom of her heart. Ena, who ran deeper into the forest without looking back, didn't see the contempt in the wolf's eyes as it pursued her closely. It was the expression one would have when looking at a lower being. Despite her efforts, what could two feet do against four hooves? By the time Ena finished reciting the final mantra, she could feel the wolf's sharp teeth sinking into her back. Ena closed her eyes and waited for the wolf behind her to tear off the piece of flesh on her back. Feeling the fangs deeply embedded in her back, the excruciating pain spread throughout her body, and Ena broke out in a cold sweat. She knew the worst pain was yet to come. Gritting her teeth tightly, she waited for the imminent pain that could kill her. However, after a while, the sharp teeth gradually pulled out, and the pain slowly subsided. Ena turned around in confusion, looking at the disbelief in the wolf's emerald eyes. Could it be that her Beast Control Technique worked? Ena blinked hard, looking at the wolf's incredulity and pain-filled eyes. The wolf, struggling to shake off its drowsiness, tried to stay awake, but its increasingly heavy head slowly drooped, and its four hooves stumbled. Seeing it about to fall, Ena's eyes widened suddenly. She saw the wolf gritting its teeth, biting its own forelimb fiercely, and a strong smell of blood filled the air, overpowering the earthy smell of mud. Ena couldn't believe her eyes. If it were a human, at least there would be the intellect to prevent oneself from being coerced into something involuntary. But now, standing before her was a wolf, a lower being in human eyes. For some reason, looking at the wolf's bloody forelimbs, Ena felt a slight sting in her heart, a mix of sourness and pain. She had grown up in the secluded forest since childhood, with only a handful of people she could count on her fingers. The animals in the forest, whether cute and adorable or bloodthirsty and cruel, like tigers and wolves, were all her friends. If not for this wolf seeing her as food from the beginning, she wouldn't have had to resort to her Beast Control Technique. With a bang, the massive body finally succumbed to the Beast Control Technique passed down through dozens of generations. It crashed heavily to the ground, and the deep sobbing seemed to come from the depths of the wolf's soul. Watching it shake its massive body, Ena, who had been dazed by its self-harm, was stunned. She couldn't help but walk towards the wolf, which was still awkwardly standing in front of her. She hadn't intended to kill the massive creature in front of her, even though it had treated her as prey from the start. Hesitantly reaching out her hand, Ena gently touched the surprisingly large head in front of her. Because the laurel was thickly covered by thick clouds, Ena knew the wolf was large, but as she approached, she realized it was the largest she had ever seen in all these years. Just by lying down, its body was at least five feet long. Although its limbs were still twitching, Ena knew they must be powerful. The tentacle was smooth to the touch, which puzzled Eina. In the depths of the forest, even if wild animals weren't foul-smelling, they would not typically possess such sleek fur. Feeling the soft wolf fur beneath her palm, Eina's heart softened as well. She had expected the fur to match the wolf's size or temperament, but it was even softer than that of the elf ferret she had once raised. Without the expected pain, the wolf struggled to lift its head. Upon seeing Eina's eyes filled with astonishment and unmistakable compassion, the wolf couldn't help but raise its brows slightly. It bared its teeth, trying to shake off Eina's hand placed on its head. How could it possibly need pity from a feeble woman? If it could, it would tear the woman's throat apart in an instant. Watching the wolf's awkward demeanor, Eina chuckled. This wolf was far more intriguing than any other animal she had encountered. She blurted out, "How about becoming my pet?" Initially not expecting a response from the wolf, the pain in her hand reminded Eina that this was no ordinary wolf. The wolf's response was a fierce bite. "Ow, that hurts, let go," Eina dared not pull too hard, gingerly reaching out with her other hand to pry open the wolf's jaws. Eina knew that if it applied a bit more force, her palm would be pierced. She could feel blood flowing from her veins to the wound, trickling into the wolf's mouth along its teeth. Unbeknownst to the wolf, her blood was a panacea, capable of both neutralizing poison and countering beastly enchantments. Realizing her blood smelled different from that of the wolf just now, as it grew stronger from her nourishment, Eina shook her head. It seemed that she would meet her end here today, but she had no regrets. Dying in the jaws of a beast, inherently hostile to humans, was better than being betrayed by her own kin. Her only regret was that she still hadn't figured out why, even though she had been attacked by that bear and had no chance of survival, she found herself perfectly fine in the depths of this forest. As the wolf continued to lick and suck, Eina grew weaker and her head heavier. In the pitch-black night, Eina could miraculously see the stars filling the sky. She collapsed weakly onto the ground, her other hand touching the sticky front paw of the wolf. It seemed that everything was predetermined by fate. Because of the wolf's bite, within the span of an incense stick's worth of time, she had already met her retribution. What puzzled her, though, was why the wolf didn't simply bite through her palm and then tear her apart. As Eina imagined her final moments, the wolf forcefully released her, tossing her aside effortlessly. With a hiss, her already painless body was pierced by the hard grass covering the ground. Eina smiled bitterly. She was destined not to die intact. With that thought, the stars in Eina's eyes disappeared, and she fell into a deep darkness. Eina entered a deep dream, a place where she had lived since childhood. There was her master, who regarded her as his own and taught her all her skills, the elf ferret that had been her companion for three years, the small vegetable garden she had cultivated in front of her home, and the wild rabbits that occasionally came to steal her vegetables, as well as those "family members" who sent her into the jaws of the bear. Faces flashed through her mind like a passing parade. Eina knew this was a sign of her impending death. With this realization, any remaining longing and resentment faded as the images gradually blurred. Indeed, she would soon cease to exist in this world, and all emotional entanglements should be let go with the wind. Just as Eina was beginning to relax and accept her death, suddenly, she felt her throat being grasped as if by someone's hand. Eina struggled, feeling her breath constricted. She desperately tried to shake off the restraint on her throat, but with each movement, the lock on her throat grew tighter. Eina gasped. Was dying really so difficult? She reluctantly opened her eyes, and what met her gaze was a strikingly handsome face, paired with those incongruously cold green eyes. "Do you want me to be your pet?" A deep, magnetic voice rang out.