Chapitre 680: The Vessel

Yarin's POV:

I only felt the anxiety in my heart grow stronger and stronger. With every word Karter said, I became more irritable. Finally, I couldn't help but rush toward him.

"Stop talking to yourself! Go to hell!"

Karter didn't dodge, didn't dodge, and allowed me to attack. The sharp glass penetrated his abdomen, but he did not react as if he felt no pain.

"Oh, look at me. I almost forgot that there's a child here." He reached out and pulled out the glass of his abdomen, and black blood gushed out. "We scared him, didn't we? The poor little wolf cub's tail was standing on end."

The way he addressed me made my hair stand on end. Perhaps it was just a human's way of addressing werewolves, but when I was young, my relatives and friends used to call me that. This made me inexplicably feel that his words had a hidden meaning.