The Wolf is Coming Ch. 118

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Draco Malfoy stood on the balcony outside his parents' bedroom, holding the railing with both hands, staring at the two wolves downstairs fighting to the death.

Abraham and Greyback's wolf forms were not small, so when they fought, their destructive power was naturally not weak. Therefore, the neatly trimmed lawn under their feet soon became bumpy and looked miserable.

Draco remembered the past when he and his parents spread a tablecloth on the lawn to have afternoon tea because he wanted to experience the feeling of a picnic. He frowned and looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Parents always know their children best.

Narcissa Malfoy guessed what her son was thinking almost immediately, so she came over and patted Draco on the shoulder gently, shaking her head, "Let them be."

Lucius Malfoy also took the opportunity to teach him, "Draco, control your expression."

Fearing that the walls could hear, the couple did not say much, but Draco still understood what his parents meant and nodded palely. From the moment Malfoy Manor was forcibly requisitioned by the Dark Lord to become the headquarters of the Death Eaters, their home was no longer under their control.

At this time, the howling of the wolves downstairs became more sharp and terrifying, and a few scattered Death Eaters could not help but exclaimed.

The three Malfoys immediately refocused their attention on the center of the wolf pack, but saw that the fight there had already seen blood.

The bright red blood stained the white wolf's hair, which was particularly eye-catching, but judging from the white wolf's still vigorous posture, the blood should not be his. On the other hand, the brown wolf, although still fierce in his eyes, was already panting heavily. Everyone could see that the brown wolf was already at the end of his strength, and he was just holding on.

Even so, the white wolf had no intention of showing any mercy. He gathered strength in his hind legs, then pounced forward, and after two feints, he bit the brown wolf's throat, just as the brown wolf wanted to do to him at first.

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After enjoying so much fun watching the prey struggle under his claws or fangs, Greyback finally experienced the feeling of being a prey.

Dazzling blood flowers bloomed freely on his neck, and the blood beads flew far away.

His strength was slowly draining away, and his oxygen was rapidly depleted. In a trance, he seemed to have heard the approach of death, and he finally began to struggle weakly. But Abraham did not let go. He still bit Greyback's neck tightly, letting the blood flow and dye his originally white hair into a deep red color.

Greyback was finally scared. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask Abraham to spare his life, but he could not even utter a simple syllable.

It was said that people would see the most important and unforgettable things in their lives before they die. So Greyback's eyes appeared the glorious years when he became the leader of the wolf tribe. He was high above and commanded the wolves. This was... really glorious...

The past flashed quickly like a revolving lantern, and in just a few seconds, it ended his life.

Greyback's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he could not see anything clearly in front of him. After a while, there was no movement.

The wolves were silent for two seconds, and then they all raised their heads to the moon and let out a creepy howl. This was both cheering and awe. The previous leader had passed away, and a new leader was born.

Abraham finally let go and let Greyback's body hit the ground with a loud thump.

He panted slightly for a while, and his yellow animal eyes seemed to glance at Malfoy's mansion inadvertently, and finally let out a high-pitched wolf howl. Then, with the wolves' echo, Abraham led his people to run out of the manor.

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