Chapter 243
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
243 Heaven And Earth Are Unkind
Selma Payneâs POV:
Dorothy shook the golden bell, and it let out a musical and clear sound. âThis is one of Mullwicaâs relics. She recorded in her diary that there was a slice of a supreme demonâs soul inside, which could effectively dispel other demons. Weâll talk about it later. We have to go now!â
We picked up the injured on the ground and quickly ran out. On the way, I found that the golden threads had disappeared. This must be some defense set up by the ancient witches. Dorothy found a way to break it in Mullwicaâs notes.
The deformed wolves guarding in the snow were still aimlessly in a daze. Perhaps because the archpriest who controlled them had fainted, they seemed a little restless.
âWhat should we do with these wolves? Is there any way to restore them?â
Facing my question, both the werewolf grandmasters and Dorothy were helpless. We couldnât leave our comrades here to die, but once we got close to them, weâd be attacked in a frenzy. In the middle of the stalemate, the mountain suddenly trembled. Fine cracks appeared on the rock wall, and thick black mist seeped out of the cracks.
It was Azazel. He was awake!
The pack of deformed wolves that had no leader immediately scrambled up the mountain as if they had found their backbone, not caring at all about the wounds caused by the falling rocks.
A few seconds later, with a burst of black fog, Azazelâs figure gradually appeared on the peak. The deformed wolves spontaneously formed a âpathâ for him, allowing him to step on their heads and advance.
âI have to say that... was unexpected.â
He was no longer smiling, and his cold face was daunting.
As his back was facing the tunnel, Dorothy could only see his face clearly now. As expected, she was in disbelief, just like us.
âThatâs... thatâs...!â
I immediately pulled her behind me and firmly said, âItâs just a similar face. Donât overthink. You know that demons like to play tricks. He must have read my memories and used this face to play with us.â
It was a white lie. We all knew it was not like that, but this was the only explanation for this situation. There were still a bunch of members who didnât know what was going on. In front of them, Dorothy couldnât have any relationship with Azazel!
Azazel also saw Dorothy. He was more interested in Dorothy than me. With a flash of black mist, he appeared before us.
âIâm a little happy.â
He pinched our lower body, his sharp red nails bringing sharp pain.
âA cute little dog and... how should I address you? A child?â
He was a madman. He was so angry just now, but now he showed a kind expression.
Dorothy trembled, either out of fear or shock. She stared into Azazelâs eyes. The scarlet color was the only thing that did not resemble her.
Seeing that we were being held hostage, oh goddess, in front of the great demon, even a single strand of hair could be considered a hostage. The team members were eager to try and get us back. But history repeated itself. With a light wave of his hand, they were locked in place by the black fog, and even their mouths were gagged.
This wasnât the worst. The deformed wolves suddenly became agitated and jumped from the rock wall, gritting their teeth and pouncing on the team members.
This vicious demon wanted the werewolves to kill each other!
The deformed wolfâs sharp teeth flashed at me. In a moment of desperation, I couldnât think of a way to get the best of both worlds. I subconsciously shouted, âStop!â
To my surprise, Azazel became obedient.
The restless wolves instantly became obedient and sluggish. They stopped in place and continued to stare blankly at the snow.
I didnât know what to say.
Azazel stared at me with interest as if he didnât care what I was about to say. It was like he was looking at a puppy and thought its barking was fun, so he teased it.
âItâs been ten seconds, my dear.â He let go of my hand and frivolously scratched my chin. âAre you not going to say anything? Youâre not an obedient dog. You still have a lot of rules to learn.â
I pretended I didnât hear those insulting words and tried to speak as softly as possible. âOh, great, Azazel, these people are just insignificant dust to you. You donât have to waste any effort on them. Please let them go.â
âHaughty at first, but now respectful. Poor acting,â Azazel commented, not satisfied. âBut it doesnât matter. I wouldnât say I like submissive pet dogs. Wolves running on the snowfield are the most interesting.â
He stared at me for a while and suddenly broke into a wicked smile. âBut how can I maintain your wild nature? Maybe hatred is a good way? I can kill them, and youâll hate me until you die. That way, we wonât be bored when weâre together! Yes! Thatâs the way to do it!â
What the hell was this lunaticâs brain doing?
In an instant, all the deformed wolves attacked the members who had been tied up like ham.
It all happened too quickly, and I had no time to stop it.
Or rather, I didnât even have the power to stop it!