The moment Rosalina's cold voice rang out, the big time-rewinding purple wolf froze right in his tracks.
He had come here looking for easy food, even though his instincts told him to stay away.
More than a thousand normal purple wolves followed closely behind him.
He thought these two humans would be simple prey.
But the second he stepped out of the trees and saw the clearing, his whole body went stiff with fear.
Twenty of his strongest pack mates lay dead around the campfire.
Each one had been killed with just one clean strike, like swatting mosquitoes.
And now the two humans were casually eating their meat, flipping the chunks over the fire as if it was no big deal.
His scalp tingled with terror. He wanted to turn and run.
But before he could take even one step back, the human girl's voice cut through the air again, sharp and full of bloodlust.
It hit him like a heavy punch. He couldn't move. His legs felt locked in place.
