She pressed her immobile prey into the purple flowers with her front paws, and tore at its flesh with her fangs, she was hungry and could find less and less prey. She had to get ready to leave. She was ready to go high, to the depths of the canyon.

She was always dreaming, and in her dreams she saw a lot of strange people, messy things, falling like shards of glass in her mind, disorganized, and irritating her.

Once, she dreamed of an old man dressed in white.

Someone spoke to the old man, "Elder Jing, why do you think I will become the Wolf King?"

The old man said, "You have extraordinary abilities. ”

"I don't want to be the wolf king. The questioning girl rested her sharp paws on the stairs on which she was sitting, and she scratched a mark on the ground with her index fingernail.

"Some things, from the day we were born, were predestined. ”

"Will anyone else hate me if they know I'm a wolf?"

The old man looked at the girl with a loving gaze: "When the day comes when you need to make your identity public, no one will hate you." ”

"But no one in the Spirit Covenant likes orcs. Will Brother Feng and Brother Huan hate me?"

"Don't think about it, I taught you how to hide your thoughts, especially in front of the teacher, do you remember?"

"I remember. Can I not want that carrot corn soup? I think that's naïve. The girl pursed her lips.

"Then think of whatever you like. ”

"Can I miss Brother Feng?"

The old man paused and said, "Lin Xiang, don't be emotional to anyone, especially super people. ”

"I know...... The girl stood up and greeted a woman who had come in the hazy night.

"Elder Jing, I made it. The woman was holding a glass tube of blood-red liquid in her hand.

Blood......

Blood flowed between her teeth. She vented all her anger on the hare. Anger at dreams, anger at leaving.

She can go, but she is not very willing, this is her territory.

She noticed the wolves the first day they came. They saw her, too.

They roosted in the valley below, and she stood on the top of the valley and looked down on them. The scout wolf saw her first, and then, the other wolves stood up towards her.

The large wolf pack, consisting of two small wolf packs, has a total of more than ten wolves, all of which are strong adult wolves, with two wolves, and no wolf king. It's a strange combination, if it's for cooperative migration, they should take their wolf cubs with them.

She looked at them silently for a moment, then turned away.

She thought they would leave soon, but found out that it wasn't.

They camped on the other side of the valley, confronting her from afar. She was a little angry. This is not a good practice, and no pack of wolves can encroach on the territory of other wolves. There are a lot of them, but when it comes to fighting, she is not afraid of them.

That night, she stood on the top of the mountain and howled to assert her sovereignty.

But they didn't respond.

One of the wolves came out and looked across the valley from her. She bared her teeth at it, but it didn't.

It looked at her unusually calmly.

Next, she watched as its body grew taller, its mouth retracted, the hair on its face disappeared, and it stood upright on its hind legs.

It was gray-haired, it was a certain age, and she could understand what it was saying, but she couldn't understand why it was saying that, and it said, "You have to go back with us." The whole world is looking for you. ”

She couldn't figure out if it was a man or a wolf. It held out its hand to her.

She had also seen a man in her dreams who held out his hand to her like it, and the man said, "Let me find you." ”

That person was especially terrifying, he haunted her like a demon, and she lingered, which made her angry. All the dreams made her angry. Why is everyone looking for her, and what are they looking for her?

She grips the ground firmly with her front paws, her body pressed back, and her hind legs are ready to attack.

She could jump to the other side. Since they won't go, let's see who is stronger.

She is not afraid of death.

The pack of wolves lives, and the lone wolf dies. She's the lone wolf.

She's always been alone, and she's still alive, and maybe she'll be able to rewrite the law that a lone wolf must die.

She was ready, and the guy on the other side, who didn't know if it was a man or a wolf, frowned and shook his head.

Just as she was about to jump, the ground jumped up one step ahead of her, two times in a row. Then, almost immediately, the whole valley began to shake from side to side. She clung to the ground on all fours, but was still flung and staggered.

The opposite camp began to roar with wolves, which were extremely terrible.

She watched the entire mountain on the other side pour down like a piece of melted cream cake, and in a few moments half of the mountain's earth filled the valley, as if smashed off by an invisible hammer, revealing a reddish-brown mountain, which looked particularly deep in the moonlight.

Several wolves fell as the mountain fell, their front paws grappling at the ground that was still shaking, and their hind legs and even the back half of their bodies struggling in the ravine.

The wolf, who had turned into a man, hurriedly pulled up the wolves that were pulling on the edge of the cliff one by one.

She had no intention of fighting them for turf anymore. The ground beneath her feet cracked, too, and she slowly backed away until one of her hind legs sank into the crack.

She wailed.

The earth shook and the whole world seemed to be shattered in an instant.

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