Chapter 145 - The tide must be changed

The sounds of the battle intensified further. Each clash and strike is orchestrated perfectly to form a beautiful symphony of bone-chilling carnage. Sarah dashed forward; she was in her wolf form. Her arms were stretched, claws extended. She moved through three werewolves opposing her and slashed in a 360-degree fashion. Her claws went in deep; drawing blood. An evil sneer played on her face as she found herself behind the wolves she had cut. To the amazement of the wolves, their wounds refused to heal. The lines on their face depicted their bafflement as they looked upon their bodies; unable to fathom why they were yet to heal. "Aconite also ignores the healing factor of a wolf," Sarah smirked evilly and turned to face them. The three wolves looked upon her in dismay, still distraught that for the first time, their bodies refused to heal. "Also, didn't anyone tell you that in battle," Sarah's smirk grew even wider. "You never turn your back on an enemy." As she spoke, Elsa fli