The Incident 18 Years Ago Part 3

"Hehe...we can't have fun with the weretiger, but we still have her little cub." The female vampire sneered.

"Huh? You plan to do that with her cub?" A vampire with a scar on his forehead asked perplexedly.

"Shut up! I meant to say, we can vent our rage on her cub!"

"Oh, haha..."

"Now, enough with the dilly-dallying. The other members of the alliance must be waiting for our good news. Even though we don't have the Werewolf King and his mate's severed heads, we at least know for certain that they are dead. As for their cub, we will take him to make up for our mistake. Poaula, go and grab him!" The female vampire ordered.

"Yes, Pack Leader!" A thin vampire stepped out and dashed at the motionless black cub.

The young black cub did not move and only stared expressionlessly at the charging vampire. It's vacant eyes were deep and empty at the same time, making one wonder if it was shocked silly or lost the desire to live.