A Different Selene

Nikolai's claws tore apart another monster in the shape of a boar with twisted black horns. His silver fur was now doused in blood, though he could feel Selene's scent and aura from the blood, making him smile. 

 'It's not even monster's blood, but from her magic... how possessive are you, princess?'

However, from the start of the battle, he noticed something odd. There must be over two hundred corpses piled in the village now, yet for some reason, they continued to appear, full of hate, anger and even more determined to attack the pair.

—Tap!

Suddenly, a pair of footsteps appeared beside him. Though the thick scent of Selene's bloodlust and desire instantly relaxed him, Nikolai turned to face her.

A radiant face, fair skin and vibrant eyes as if she just won the lottery. 

"My dear, although it's fun crushing this trash endlessly, shouldn't we deal with the real threat?"