It's exactly like how Luna Sutton looked at her ugliest before.
Corbin Crowley was stunned, and Rhys Blackwood was also stunned.
The two stood there as if struck by lightning, shocked and bewildered, completely clueless about what had happened.
The wolf cub in Corbin Crowley's hand fell to the ground with a thud, but he didn't have the heart to pick it up.
He didn't even spare it a glance.
"Luna?!"
He almost instinctively rushed over, but when he touched the pustules on her face, he quickly retracted his hand.
The disgusting pustules were oozing with yellow pus.
"Luna..."
Corbin Crowley's voice trembled, his silver eyes full of panic, "Witch doctor! Where the hell is that old man? Why isn't he here yet?"
Rhys Blackwood finally reacted, walking over with a pained expression.
"Luna..."
Before he could get close.
