Chapter 175. Groveling

ALANA

“What are you doing?! Alana!”

Sophia’s scream pierced into the bloody murderous night when she saw me approaching her with a burrow in my hand that I found in the corner in the middle of all this fighting.

Her eyes widened and tears flowed down her cheeks when she realized what I was going to do.

“Alana, please! No! Don’t do this to me! Help me! Free me, Alana! Please, take pity on me!”

But I was too drunk with hate, too deaf to even listen to her words. I raised the burrow in the air and began plowing her hand with it.

This hand who used to slap me, punch me, and pull at my hair should be punished.

The first scream is pure agony while the rest sounded more of anger and loss of hope.

She can’t move because of the steel slashing through her flesh. One wrong move from her and she would essentially get rid of her own legs if she tried to transform into her wolf.

I never thought I could be violent like this. I