Chapter 831

Sighting his audience's rapid advance, the suit-clad man spared one longing glance at the white wolf before darting into the depths of the snowy forest.

“D*mn it! You're lucky you're a fast runner! I'd skin you alive if I got my hands on you!” Cosimo cursed.

Meanwhile, the wolf continued howling pitifully at Julian's feet. It sent Julian a pleading gaze as though begging for mercy.

Julian met the