Chapter 23

In the darkness, I couldn't see the change in Wyatt's expression, but his grip on my wrist was growing harder and harder. I tried to hold back a little at first, but as his hatred continued to surge. It was as if all my strength was concentrated in my hands. I felt like my wrist was going to be broken by him in the next second.

"Wyatt! Ouch!"

As if waking up from a long sleep, his bright eyes finally looked up at me. Then the brilliance of his wolf eyes dimmed a little. In the struggle between him and his wolf, he finally gained the initiative. The force of pressing my wrist finally subsided, and he got up and sat half-kneeling on my side.

I suddenly thought of something insignificant at this time. I still didn't know the name of his wolf.

"Why?"