Chapter 139. A Boy’s Fear

Hunter’s POV

I was still racing towards the south side of the city when disasters started to happen—earthquakes and such. I saw the earth rise and fall outside the wall, and all I could think about was what sort of battle was happening there.

I sensed Fighter, Holly, and Master’s auras flaring up, making me want to get there even faster to assist them. Until I saw the Grand Priest, and in his arms was the old priest who had bled out and passed away.

Even though I never really liked that old man, I felt his loss. He didn’t believe I could become a proper werewolf hunter, but I had proved him wrong. Defying his expectations was something I looked forward to doing, but now…

I knelt down and touched his cold forehead.

“Hunter? You’re alive, thank goodness,” the Grand Priest said.

“Who did this, Grand Priest? Where are the others?” I asked.

“It was one of the werewolves, following the Delta of the Krent pack, the 3rd Delta, Lucius.” As he