Demonic Lycan's Royal Consort

Chapter 16: Fight

More than dozens of wolves surround her, gnashing their teeth and growling. The ferocity was devastating, each swipe of the claws aimed at her heart. They attacked, forming a dense line; jumping, clawing, and biting.

The presence of the trees didn’t hinder them; instead, they helped them to move with much more ease. Those wolves would jump at the trees and use the rebound force to fly at her with claws, ready to tear her skin.

As expected, this was a trap. These wolves with various fur colors came to assassinate her.

Irene didn’t stay idle under such pressure; her feet moved nimbly, using the short-range teleportation to evade each attack and stuck back.

Her pale complexion made her seem weak as if a mere soft breeze would sweep her away; however, each movement of her hands and feet was cruel, with no mercy or the slightest hesitation. Every time she grasped the gigantic neck of a wolf, with her seemingly weak strength, its neck would be snapped off a second later.

Those wolves had marked her by scent. She knew that even if she escaped, they’d follow her as long as she was still in werewolf territory.

The number of dead wolves increased; the smell of blood getting more and more prominent in the air, arousing the primal instinct of those werewolves more that they were more animalistic rather than human.

Gradually, Irene found that fighting them was also not a feasible method. They were seemingly endless; after she killed one, a few more would jump in her direction.

The pale, fair skin trembled slightly. A momentary loss of focus caused her to be one step behind in avoiding a claw aiming at her head, which was now forming red lines on her shoulder beneath the shredded sleeve.

The moment she felt a wetness in her shoulder, she cursed softly. “Damn it.”

“Kill her. Make it fast.” The werewolf in white fur transformed into a human and ordered. A sinister smile curved on the lips of the man who seemed to be the leader.

Poison!

She hadn’t expected that she would be poisoned. This was not an ordinary poison, as she was already immune to almost all of them. They specifically targeted her vampire bloodline; she could feel her bloodline resisting like mad waves.

If she had been a complete vampire, it wouldn’t be a problem. But her transformation hadn’t been completed yet.

The strength had nearly emptied out in exhaustion. The paleness on the face looked like she was with no blood in the vessels. She stood straight, catching her breath. The heroic aura between her brows made her stand unflinchingly. Even when the wave of werewolves struck her at the same time.

“Just give up. You are already so weak. What’s the use of resisting?” The man with brown hair, who had just transformed from the white wolf, said to her, strolling among the running wolves.

With a cold snort, Irene gave him a disdainful smile.

Those who talk too much nonsense during a fight die faster.

The range of teleportation ability had gotten shorter and shorter as she evaded the attacks. More wounds formed on her body, blemishing her smooth, delicate skin. The recovery rate had also gone more slowly with each as she fought more.

“The princess of the vampire race turned out to be so so.” The man talked again. The mocking tone was obvious. “So stupid that she couldn’t even detect such an obvious trap. It’s a waste to send so many forces just to get rid of you. Consider it your honor before your death.”

She killed a few more wolves, but some weren’t really killed; they just passed out. The trembling of her body was getting more apparent, and the man also noticed this. Boredom oozed into his words. “Kill her quickly. Whoever can kill her will receive a reward.”

Suddenly, her eyes flashed, and before the brown-haired bulky man could notice it, she appeared before him and gave a punch. The force knocked out a few of his front teeth, making him look hilarious if not for the blood pouring out of his mouth.

As he clutched his mouth, stunned, Irene was already snickering.

“You are still too old to be taking part here, Grandpa. Look, your teeth are falling off.”

The words seemed to stimulate him as he suddenly transformed into a humongous white wolf and pounced on her. She evaded to the side, accidentally ramming into another wolf. The impact brought her to unsteady steps when the white wolf came and pushed her.

Startled at the sudden force, Irene clutched one of his paws, breaking it so that blood was pouring like a waterfall. Some spilled to her face and clothes. An earth shattering pained howl resounded in the forest.

The wolf’s eyes turned red, feral and savageness emanating from its body that wished to tear her to pieces. The collision brought about their fight, knocking over a few ancient trees that they fell over.

Some fall to the chasing werewolves, sending a few weaker ones to death.

Another snicker reverberated, provoking the white wolf further. Its sanity perished. Only savageness took over.

Irene continued to fight against the white wolf, finding its strength greater than she thought. However, she needed to solve this one fast. The tactic of lowering his guard and the sneak attack didn’t kill him in one blow, a testament to his power.

As they fought, they were getting farther and farther from other wolves. Although he had revealed his ferocity, the basic sanity still existed; he had been leading her away, unwilling to increase the unnecessary death toll of his fellow from the same race. Therefore, she needed him to be so in fury till his reason was completely extinguished that he only relied on instinct. It was easier to deal with a dumb wolf.

The forest area was more lush here, filled with more ancient trees. There seemed to be something intelligible, a sort of inexplicableness permeating around.

Irene had gotten another laceration on her right foot. However, the wolf had it worse; the white fur was so red that people would have thought it was a strange red wolf. A few chunks of meat fell off its body, including one of its feet. The right eye was gone, and its breathing was getting unsteady. It would undoubtedly die soon.

As she was about to give it one last blow, the wolf unexpectedly still had its remaining blast of strength before it died, knowing that it wouldn’t survive. The blow landed on its body, and the wolf turned into a bloody mess. His last force shoved Irene backward softly.

Puzzled, she looked back and was instantly stunned as a realization sunk in too late. “s**t!”

The tall, thick lush vegetation was the last sight her eyes could take in before she fell down fast, a devastatingly dreadful long way to the bottom. There was a cliff covered by the dense green vegetation there.

After what seemed to be years, the small body fell to the bottom, hitting a monstrous hard rock. She groaned, cursing the damned white wolf. It was so vengeful!

Luckily, she was no longer a human. The wounds recovered fast, except for the ones smeared with poison. She laid down on the rock, breathing hard.

A frown marred her pale forehead; she gazed at the blue sky covered with spreading leaves, waiting for the broken bones to be mended and shattered flesh and blood vessels to be grown by her bloodline. However, the recovery was undoubtedly slower; at the same time, the bloodline also fought against the toxic poison.

She mumbled to herself, “That wolf was too weak. The mastermind who wanted me dead shouldn’t be them.”

That was the reason she didn’t capture the wolf for torture and confession. He was not qualified to scheme against her. As for the strength she revealed today… as she thought of it, her eyes flashed. It was not time yet. She had deliberately hid her strength by pretending to be poisoned.

“What are you doing there, girl?”

The sudden voice startled her. She slowly got up into a sitting position, an alarm ringing inside her head. She hadn’t noticed that there was someone else in the forest! The footsteps were so light and skilled that she hadn’t noticed another figure approaching.

“You…” The words were stuck in her throat. She stared at the figure of a man in front of her in shock.