Chapter 178: A Strong Meal
[Warning: Violence and gruesome graphics]
Nick’s eyes shone brightly upon hearing Fergus’s declaration. But soon, he laughed heartily, making Fergus crease his brows with annoyance.
Was this imbecile laughing at the face of his own death? Or did he perhaps not believe his words? Or, was he just dumb?
Whatever the reason, Fergus would make sure he regretted that laugh during his final moments.
"Oh, Cullen." Nick finally stopped laughing, struggling a bit to catch his breath. "You always come up with the wildest stories. So, what? If you’re not Cullen, then what are you? A flesh-eating creature here to harvest my brain?"
Hmph, you could keep your brain, there’s nothing much left in there; Fergus thought to himself, shaking his head with pity. It seemed his second and third deductions were accurate...this man didn’t believe his words and was too dumb to notice all the context clues.
Fergus smirked. A dumb meal also meant an easier one to break mentally.
Fergus didn’t say anything in reply to Nick, his eyes instead shifting and staying on a bright red color. Not ending there, his nails elongated into long fingers like swords, his slender figure growing even taller. He had an almost animalistic smile on his face as he looked down at Nick, cackling to himself when he grew pale with fear.
But just as quickly as he had shown a glimpse of his true form, Cullen’s form came back, as he bared his fangs at Nick with a predatory grin.