Joshua's wrath

Letitia swallowed and subconsciously asked her, "You, where did you get the key ... "

Nancy hugged her and answered her quickly, "He put it in my collar once when he was drunk, now don't talk about that! Let's hold on tight, this cage is stronger, it should last a while! "

After a thud, the glass broke into pieces and the bestial werewolf let out a loud and drawn out howl, it was obvious that he was extremely excited.

Letitia was genuinely scared, on the brink of life and death, and she could no longer admonish herself not to cry, as she had done before. She and Nancy hugged each other and watched the scene before them with tears in their eyes.

Was she going to die?

She had held out so long, not crying, not dying. Falling from a gorgeous manor house to a sober-elves shop, from a noble lady to the lowliest of slaves. She didn't cry when she was beaten, she didn't cry when she was left without food.

All these years she had tried to live, and was she going to die now?

But she had only just met Joshua...

She couldn't help but wonder, would he buy other sober-elves?

Would he choose her nightgown and prepare hot milk and mashed potatoes for her as he did for her? Would he gently push his own dinner plate to her?

Would someone else be his rose?

She choked back a sob and closed her eyes, how could she be so sad?

Hot tears fell one by one on her arms.

The bestial werewolf lunged and bit at her, several times biting into her hair and shoulder, and although his teeth hadn't reached, the smell of blood was enough to send chills down her spine. She couldn't help but shudder, and just as the cage was distorted by the bites and the wolf's canines grazed her shoulder, she suddenly heard an even angrier wolf howl!

It was anger, not the same kind of bestial anger that she could feel, it was human emotion.

But it was too horrible, the blood breath was so close to her throat that time seemed to be stretched out, maybe a second, maybe many years had passed, and in any case, she lost consciousness.

For just a moment, she had fallen into the abyss.

...

Joshua was talking to his father about the status of the sober-elves, and he had a different opinion about his father's proposal not to abolish the sober-elves breeding centre: "They have their own pack anyway, and it's not impossible to keep a peaceful intermarriage like they did a hundred years ago. "

His father was willing to listen patiently to his only son, but only to listen, without necessarily expressing his approval: "The sober-elves are scarce, and if there is a constant reluctance to intermarry, then the survival of the werewolves will be threatened. "

See, there it is again!

Joshua sighed inwardly and he blinked gently, a sign that he was thinking. He understood that his father had a hard time accepting that races should be equal to each other, that it wasn't unfeasible to treat each other with sincerity and pursue each other.

It was too early for that though, and he would have plenty of time to move forward with that progress when this was over. Not wanting to argue any further, he talked about other things, "Enough about that, soon Mother's birthday is coming up, is it still being held in Spring City this year? "

His mother was the only daughter of another very large pack family, a beautiful beauty and a rare peaceful and gentle wolf girl. Joshua had grown up in her company and his gentlemanliness and calmness had very much to do with his mother's teachings. And his ideas, which she was more than supportive of.

His father's face naturally softened when he heard about his wife: "Yes, your mother has not been well for the past two years and Spring City is warmer and a better place to live. "

Joshua smiled and Barry could see that he was changing the subject and said helpfully, "My gift is ready, I'm sure Madame will love it. "

The three of them mellowed a little and Joshua was about to end the session when he suddenly heard a movement.

Naturally he felt that something was wrong and put down his glass to signal Barry to be quiet. A few moments later, a very clear wolf howl came through!

The two looked at each other and Barry's face changed, why were there bestial werewolves here?

Joshua immediately thought of Letitia, who was still in the holding room at the moment, and he rose to his feet in excitement!

That worry instantly flooded his brain, could something have happened to her?

His face didn't look good, after all, this was a matter of Letitia's life. For the first time in his life he lost his temper like that, he headed out the door without even saying hello and even turned on his bestial state as he walked out!

It took Joshua only a few seconds to get to the holding room. By the time he arrived, the bestial werewolf's canines had grazed Letitia's shoulder!

The bright red on the snowy white irritated his nerves.

Letitia's eyes were squeezed shut as she and the other sober-elves held each other's hands. Her tears flowed almost to her collarbone socket. The tears reflected the light and stung Joshua's eyes.

At that moment he lost his mind, the worry and anger simply exploded in him and he lunged forward to bite the bestial werewolf's throat. He rarely fought his own kind in his bestial form, but this time he didn't want to hide it in the slightest and bit straight through the bestial werewolf's throat.

Confirming that the bestial werewolf was dead, he shifted from his bestial state back to his human form and took a big breath, forcing himself to calm down.

The first thing he did when he regained his senses was to rush to Letitia's side, take her thin shoulders in his arms and examine her up and down.

He stroked her face carefully, observed her wound and was relieved for the moment to confirm that it was only a flesh wound that had turned over.