Chapter 59

The once white she-wolf now has its fur all covered in mud and blood. But to anyone who has watched longer would instantly feel how she carried all the dirt on her body with a sense of pride. With every blow that she takes, she gives back twice the force. But Jackson was still waiting for her energy to dip even just slightly before he attacked her himself.

‘Lunge at her throat!’ He ordered one of his still-standing warriors. He expected for Zayla to make a run for it or jump away from the wolf running towards her instead of staying still on her spot, teeth bared and snarls reverberating in her throat.

Jackson smirks and thinks that he must have tired the white wolf because Zayla didn’t move even an inch and just waited until she was close enough to catch him by the throat, tearing a huge chunk out of his neck before darting out of the scene.

‘You imbeciles!’ Jackson growled and nipped at his warriors, causing them to yelp out in pain as their open wounds are jabbed