Chapter 33: The secret life of Alphie (2)

"Such a small, cute dog, you can be the toy today," the big husky said, showing the teeth that could definitely rip Alpheus' neck in one bite.

Alpheus tilted his head fearlessly. He didn't find it intimidating because he was a werewolf prince. Despite being in his dog form, he still retained part of his majestic strength and charisma. 

He was only vulnerable as a Pomeranian when he faced mages, vampires or any legendary or mythical creatures from his world. But a regular dog wouldn't faze him at all. 

"Hello, are you the king in this playing field?" Alpheus asked. Of course, he was barking when humans heard him, but he could communicate with all animals. That was why he loved eating mother deer the most because he could hear the desperate cry of the Bambis calling their dead mother. 

The husky raised his head. He was a bit confused that Alpheus didn't even seem to be intimidated by him. Nor he was showing any hostility.