Chapter 4 Werewolves are Also Dogs

In that instant, Falcone's scalp was suddenly gripped by an excruciating pain, something was pulling her hair, yanking her up. At the same moment, Falcone saw what was grabbing her... It was a terrifying creature that only existed in novels, a guy with a wolf's head and a human body! Right now, that guy was pulling her hair, trying to drag her back into the room! It was glaring at her with a pair of angry and anxious eyes that were glowing a deep green. She remembered the owner of those eyes - it was that dreadful perverted man! No wonder he stopped her from pulling the curtain! He actually turned into a bloodthirsty beast on the night of the full moon! A werewolf?! She widened her eyes in terror, struggling and wriggling, trying to escape from this creature's grasp. All the terrifying scenes she had read in stories flashed through her mind, she was sure she was going to be torn apart, devoured alive! She swore! Even if she fell from the building and died, she didn't want to stay in the same place with this thing! Tortured to death by it! Despite Falcone's fierce struggle, she couldn't escape and was slammed onto the carpet by the creature! The organs in her body were shaken painfully, she struggled to get up, but was grabbed by the creature's leg! She cried out in despair: "Ah! Let go of me!" Falcone was dragged to its side. As if to intimidate her, the creature roared angrily above her head, its huge mouth full of sharp teeth and blades, capable of crushing her skull with just a light bite! Swinging its sharp nails, it easily tore apart her few clothes but didn't harm her at all. Then it lowered its head and started licking her! Acting like an overly affectionate big dog! Its smell wasn't unpleasant, instead carrying the scent of pine forests and meadows, which made her feel a bit better. But with those sharp and terrifying teeth so close, she was too scared to breathe, her heart pounding like it was about to leap out of her mouth. Was it going to devour her alive now! Oh God! Grandma! Theresa! Even Armand! Anyone, please, anyone come and take her away from here! The creature, seeing her tense body, let out a dissatisfied roar and cautiously lay on top of her. Afraid of crushing her. As the creature lay on her, Falcone felt its terrifying organ rubbing lightly on her thigh. Did it want to possess her in its monstrous form! Mate with her?! That thing could pierce her right through! She couldn't bear it! She struggled desperately, resisting its advances: "Let go of me! You monster! Beast!" As she shouted, the werewolf seemed enraged, losing its previous gentleness and becoming unusually violent, roaring with even greater fury: "Roar!!" Its eyes were full of killing intent, and its clawed paw slammed violently on the carpet beside her face, easily tearing it apart, along with the floor beneath. The sound of cracking was right next to her ears, making Falcone shiver with fear. Her bones were not as hard as this floor, with just one slap, it could take her life! Since there was no retreat, and the other side didn't intend to let her go, she had to fight back against this guy! She swung her hands wildly, trying to grab something to give this werewolf a taste of its own medicine! Although her strength and resistance were negligible, she refused to be a lamb to be slaughtered! She wanted this guy to know that it wasn't so easy to subdue her! A small, icy object was grabbed by her hand, and she hastily put it in her palm. She didn't have time to see what it was, and used it to stab at the werewolf's head. "Awoo!!" This blow actually worked. The werewolf, lying on top of her, let out a painful cry and quickly retreated from her. At that moment, a smell of burnt flesh suddenly burst into the air! Falcone finally had a chance to get up, and when she saw what was in her hand, she was stunned. The thing that had hurt that guy was none other than a silver dog whistle! According to legend, creatures like werewolves were afraid of silver objects. If inserted into the heart, it could even cause them to perish! She felt complicated, there was sweetness and bitterness, and pain! This was the token of love Armand had given her to confirm their relationship, promising to always accompany her like a faithful dog and protect her! He even joked that if she encountered danger, she could blow this whistle, and he would rush to her side first. Now those vows were meaningless, but this whistle really saved her! As Falcone continued to blow the dog whistle non-stop, she pulled down the curtain and wrapped it around her naked body. Finally, she glanced provocatively at the still motionless werewolf, touched the bleeding and painful wound on her neck, and the desire for revenge made her unwilling to just leave like this. She remembered what she had seen in the novel, stood on tiptoe, bent her index finger, and laboriously tapped the werewolf's forehead three times. It was said that this would cause the werewolf great pain: "Now we're even, scary werewolf, wine-model-guy. I hope I never meet you again!" "Bye-bye~"