Outcast: The Alpha King's Beloved

Jennifer's POV:

Oh my God! How could Prince Anthony stand behind me to shield me from the bullet? Didn't he know that it was a silver bullet? Didn't he understand the damage that a silver bullet would do to a werewolf? Once hit by it, a werewolf was likely to die on the spot.

"Mr.Jones, are you okay?"

Seeing the wound on his arm made me inhale sharply, and my hands reached out in a hurry to hold him.

"You are bleeding."

If he had gotten shot by an ordinary bullet, his injury wouldn't have been this serious.

For werewolves, silver bullets could do deadly damage.

Anthony's drained of color, and he fell into my arms.

When he saw that I was fine, his lips curved up into a small smile.

"It's good that you are fine."

After uttering these words in a shaky, barely audible voice, he fainted.

My eyes turned red and my heart ached.

I choked with sobs.

The vampires who were about to retreat surrounded us again after seeing that Anthony was injured.

They held their pistols and stared at us coldly, waiting for the opportunity to kill both of us.

In the face-off, a bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder.

The next moment, heavy rain poured down from the heavens.

I had to protect Anthony, so I couldn't turn into the form of a wolf now.

Holding Anthony with one arm and a pistol in my other, I stood in the rain facing a group of vicious vampires.

As if making up their minds at the same time, those vampires charged forward in unison.

Their eyes shone with a murderous glint.

I tried my best to keep calm.

Holding Anthony tightly to make sure that he didn't fall, I desperately pulled the trigger of the pistol, shooting bullet after bullet at the onslaught of vampires.

They grimaced and fell to the ground one by one.

I roared wildly in the rain as I shot at them, ignoring the blood splattering violently on me.

Since they had dared to hurt the prince, I would let them pay the price.

This single thought filled my mind, making me go berserk and fight ruthlessly with my enemies.

I didn't know if I looked more like a devil from hell, or a lunatic desperately hanging on for dear life.

But after a while, the fierce battle finally came to an end.

I had single-handedly taken down all the vampires, but my whole body was drenched with blood.

My shoulders heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath.

I looked at the corpses lying all over the ground and sneered.

turned around

he was unconscious, I had to carry him on my back as

pouring down with great

for us as soon as

left a deep footprint in the

a struggle that veins stood out on my forehead, and I had to

a long walk, I finally

more vampires lurking nearby, so the cave was

I could temporarily avoid

cave,

neither too big

was just big enough for the two

covered with weeds, and the raised slate was

wet clothes, and

"I'm sorry, Mr.Jones,"

I began to

I can prevent your condition from getting

all the more dangerous for him to continue wearing

he fell sick, his injury

all his

of his clothes and wrapped

from nearby and started a

in the

of the fire, I could

was not an ounce of

dim light, and his chest and abdomen muscles looked like they had been carved from

eyes wandered downward, I saw something

so big! Startled, I quickly tore my gaze

was pounding

do you feel

touching his forehead.His forehead was practically

"Cold..."

was able to muster

were still closed, and his

look and found that his whole body was trembling slightly, and

and more branches to the fire, but he showed

He just kept shivering.

that the cold could leave irreversible effects

matter how much I thought about it, there was only one idea that

was still

appeared, we would be dead

had no choice but to warm him

completely, sat on the large slate, and hugged

most primitive, yet the most effective way to warm someone

or death, I couldn't care about

help but feel

clearly feel the heat emanating from every

was having a

same time, he kept shivering from the

had no idea what

are you feeling

to pass

arms around my body and leaned his

in front of

was burning, and when it pressed against my bare chest, it seemed

skin gradually

push his face