Chapter 73 – A Chain Around the Wolf
Shelby stepped forward, a bundle of clothes in hand, and tossed them toward the naked Sebastian.
"Can you move?" he asked.
Sebastian, lying near the broken remains of the spatial gate Shelby had just obliterated, trembled. He had witnessed the stomp with his own eyes—and the devastation it caused. In his heart, he realized something chilling.
This man isn’t human. He’s a monster in human clothing.
"I can... sir," Sebastian said, voice hoarse, pain lacing every syllable.
"Then what are you waiting for? Have some damn decency and cover yourself," Shelby snapped. "There’s a lady here, in case you forgot."
Sebastian winced. His body ached with the aftereffects of Lycantropy—his bones screaming, muscles burning. But the fear of Shelby outweighed the pain. He struggled to sit up and hastily pulled on the clothes, ignoring the stabbing agony.
Without warning, Shelby flung a small wooden bucket at him. It landed beside the prince with a dull thud, sloshing slightly.
"Eat. Heal yourself. Gather as much energy as you can. You’re walking on your own two feet tomorrow. And if you can’t..." Shelby’s tone turned ice-cold, "then we’ll just extract your mana core and carry that instead. No one here’s interested in hauling dead weight."
Sebastian’s mind clicked. So I’m a captive... and expendable. He looked down at the thick, oily paste inside the bucket. Tentatively, he dipped a finger, tasted it—
And blinked. Delicious?