Bride of the Werewolf - The Substitute Wife

009 Home of the Golden Eyes

In the midst of Eastern Hill, tens of thousands of beasts galloped.

On the mountain beams, all the members of the wolf pack stand at attention, united and powerful, defending the Wolf stronghold behind them.

Below the beam, Varg and a huge white wolf run through the herd, Their silhouettes were gradually enveloped by the roiling snow mist raised by the feet of the terrified beasts.

Zona quietly crouched at the edge of the pack, and the last thing she saw was Goldeneye mounted on a huge bison, wrenching its horns hard enough to fling it out of the pack's lead as soon as she could, forcing the giant bull to turn away from the Wolf stronghold on the mountain beam.

As soon as the giant bull turned around, some bison behind it also followed it and rushed to the grassland flat next to it. From then on, the herd split into two, and in the midst of the noise and confusion, Zona heard a loud neighing of the steeds, which for a moment overpowered the howls of the wolves.

Finally, the bison turned and continued to gallop. But the herd of wild horses separated from the herd alone, all of them tall and athletic, and after a short time of stampeding on their long legs, they calmed down and left in groups.

At this time the wolves saw the opportunity, the entire clan of three to five hundred adult strong wolves, swarthy swooped down on the remaining team of frightened beasts. They bared their fangs, carrying an unrelenting momentum. At this moment, they didn't look like beasts, but like warriors!

Even the two green wolves beside Zona rushed down with a serious look on their faces, leaving only Zona, secretly observing from the mountain beam.

Zona's eyes were still searching among the bison herd, because she realized that "Golden Eyes" had disappeared!

She doesn't know if the man is still alive, but she decides to risk being attacked by the herd to find him.

By the time she slid down the hill, the herd had dispersed and the onslaught of wolves had brought the herbivores terrified by the horror of the earthquake back to their senses. Without the bison and horses to clear the way, their survival instincts prevailed in a head-on encounter with these wolves who had dominated Eastern Hill for so long! They retreat.

As far as the eye could see, the kicked up snow mist slowly dispersed, leaving only a mess on the ground. Especially where the beasts had forcibly changed direction, the snow was bloody, many beasts had been trampled to death, among them, there were several dozens of strong bison, and more, some cubs.

The wolves divided their work, a part of the wolves were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, dragging away the animal carcasses, these animals that were trampled to death were also a beautiful meal for the huge wolf pack.

Another dozen or so wolves were dispersed everywhere, monitoring the movements of the scattered packs, two green wolves are also responsible for this piece, they rarely work hard once, in a flash, "whoosh" ran away.

There are also dozens of snow-white, extraordinarily tall and spiritual wolves, they are the same as Zona, looking around, and from time to time tilted their heads and howled, as if calling out to their compatriots.

Zona first glanced at the dead beast corpse on the ground, she was relieved that there were no golden eyes! So after some thought she ran back in the direction of the bison herd, she suddenly remembered that the last she had seen of Varg, riding on the neck of a bison and fighting it.

The cows were now very agitated, all of them panting heavily, with large puffs of white mist coming out of their nostrils, and mooing incessantly. Especially the young and strong bison, they all planed their hooves ready to fight and attack.

Because their leader's horn was broken, the bison with broken horns could no longer lead the herd, and it was the right time to fight for the status of the herd!

Zona managed to run near the herd, but instead of seeing Goldeneye, she saw many horned bulls fighting each other, and the hard horns between them were banging!

At that moment, a few of the fringe bulls spotted Zona, They think Zona is part of the werewolf race! And Varg had just broken the leader's horns with his bare hands! So the bison are on guard, thinking Zona is aggressive.

Zona didn't dare to go any further, those pairs of sharp horns were no joke, one of them was enough to stab her through and through! She couldn't compare to Golden Eyes' strength and ability!

While she was retreating, she noticed a man rushing down from the high slope at the side of the herd, carrying a bloody white wolf on his tall and robust shoulders!

This is exactly the Varg that Zona is looking for! Holding the thick horn of the bison leader in his hand, he intimidated several violent bulls of the herd to retreat, and in the twinkling of an eye, he ran to Zona's eyes, and frowned when he saw that she was alone near the herd, and he scanned with his golden eyes, but he didn't see that two green wolves accompanying him.

No matter how frightened Zona had been since the ground shifted this morning, she was somewhat happy at this time. Though she didn't know Golden Eyes well either, and was even a little afraid of her.

But this is the first "person" she has seen in the vast Eastern Hill, and this "person" even saved her several times, so her heart is very attached, and she took the risk to look for her, also hoping that he will be safe.

Without saying a word, Varg grabbed Zona with his free arm and ran. He had to hurry back to the Wolf stronghold, the condition of the wolf king was not promising.

At that time, Varg went to wrestle the bison leader who was leading the pack to run wildly, when he turned back, the wolf king was gone, he searched for half a day but found the dying wolf king beside five bison carcasses. His stomach was split open and one of his feet was broken, and he closed his eyes after seeing his brother Varg in front of him.

Zona was caught in Varg's hard arm, and didn't dare to speak. Suddenly, she felt a cold feeling on her back, and when she touched her hand, the wolf king's blood had already dripped into her clothes.

She dared not move even more, deeply afraid of delaying Varg's footsteps.

Varg threw back his head and growled as he ran up the mountain beam. The resonant vibrations in his chest traveled through his arms and into Zona. It was the first time in Zona's life that she felt so close to the primal howl of a wolf that came out of his mouth. Extremely shocking, her scalp went numb.

The wolves scattered in all directions heard Varg's howl and immediately turned around and darted back to the vicinity of the castle they were guarding.

Just as she reached the foot of the wolf fortress on the hill, Drona was handed over by Varg to a guard in an animal skin dress who was guarding the gates, and then taken by the guard to a room on the second floor with a plush bed, and Drona sat down carefully on the mattress, she had never slept on such a soft bed before, and had no idea where these werewolves in the mountains had found so much good furniture.

And most importantly for Zona, the room was hot, she looked around and realized that there was no heater present! Then she opened a door in the corner of the room, and found that inside was a bathroom, in which a hot spring pool of about 300 square meters, and was cooing with hot steam, much like what she had just seen herself outside, where the pack of wolves were soaking in the hot spring.

Zona suddenly understood, this neighborhood should be an extinct volcano, there is still uncooled magma under the plate, so not only are there hot springs, even the land is hot!

Zona then realized, no wonder that even though the village is so cold and withered, there are still some plants growing in the mountains, especially the closer you get to the hot springs, the more vibrant the forest becomes!

She was here alone was quite comfortable, both warm, clean, there are some bone and horn objects, not like life, but more like trophies, Zona picked up a long and thin beast teeth look, can not tell what kind of beast, and put it back in its original position.

This should be Goldeneye's real home now, she thought.

Zona stayed nice and quiet in her room, but then she heard stray footsteps in the corridor outside, along with a mournful wail. She ran her hand back over the melted blood on her back, baffled. She had seen with her own eyes how majestic and powerful that white wolf was! It had thrown itself into the midst of the beast tide in order to protect its pack, and now it was in critical condition.

Zona thought for a moment, but secretly opened the door to her room, and looked around as several people ran past with a stretcher carrying an injured giant wolf, followed by several white or green wolves. Passing by, they just looked at her and left, neither intimidating nor accepting.