บท 185: Figthing Werewolf Group

The werewolf leader, a formidable figure with his towering stature and imposing presence, could barely hide his disbelief after Ophelia's audacious announcement. The unexpected attack, a swift strike that had just grazed his cheek, left him both shocked and on guard. The speed of her assault was something he hadn't foreseen, a stark reminder of the unpredictable threat posed by this enigmatic girl.

He fixed his piercing gaze on Ophelia, his eyes narrowing as he tried to size up this unusual adversary. "Just who are you? Why do you want to kill us all?" he demanded, his voice a potent mix of anger and confusion. His posture was rigid, muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at any moment.