Chapter 441: Making the choice

Luna gritted her teeth, looking at the dark blood that rushed out of his wound. It was obvious that it was not caused by a mere nick of a wolf's claw. The wound refused to heal and his body was fast growing cold. She could smell the stench of dark magic emanating from it.

The image of a certain witch flashed in her mind. She was the only one on the island capable of inflicting such a wound. Anger coursed through her veins as she glared at the gushing blood. She placed a gently hand on his chest and closed her eyes, trying to assess the damage. It seemed like the dagger had barely missed his heart. 

"You're going to pay for this Circe." The goddess muttered in irritation as she leaned away from the man.