Exposure

"Is your necklace made of silver?" Elmer asked hurriedly.

Understanding Elmer's intention, Viola took off the necklace and handed it to Elmer, saying, "At least ninety percent, definitely not a hundred percent. Those who make necklaces always like to cut corners."

"Try it, and you'll know the effect of that ninety percent. If it doesn't work, I'll go smash the factory that made this necklace tomorrow! You two protect my godmother well," Elmer said.

Elmer wrapped the necklace around his claw, fingers spread, ensuring it was tightly bound, and then retraced his steps. At this point, the werewolf had caught up.

Seeing Elmer still there, the werewolf roared and laughed, "Thought you slipped away with your tail between your legs!"

"Sorry, you're the one with a tail, not me."

The werewolf's face darkened, roared, and charged forward.

"This time, I'll definitely give you a game over!"