His name was Lear. He was originally a hunter who knew the mountains well, but as the number of protected animals grew, he could no longer live off the land and had no choice but to find work in the city.
A man with no education who only knew how to hunt struggled to survive in the big city. At some point, surrounded by his so-called brothers, he began to see humans as his prey.
His hands were already stained with blood; he had no reverence for life.
But now, as he looked into those deep purple pupils, he felt as if his body was bound by countless souls, unable to move.
"You're a lamb to the slaughter now. How would you like to die?"
Qiao An rose onto her tiptoes, her steps falling without a sound, like a phantom.
The pack of wild foxes followed her every move. She swayed her hips, almost as if a fluffy tail were swishing behind her, her posture elegant and bewitching.
