Chapter 51

Without hesitation, I swiftly jumped from my crouched position and rolled to the right, evading the claw of the wolf by a hairsbreadth.

This time, instead of simply staying in my crouched position, I found enough time to get up and stand opposite the wolf before walking around, both of us circling one another and not breaking eye contact.

Its ferocious eyes looked into my determined ones, a spark forming between the two of us as we both tried to calculate the other individual's next move.

Abruptly, I felt an enormous feeling of dread hit me, and as if I knew exactly what it meant I quickly tilted my head to the left by a few degrees.

A stinging burning pain began to come from my cheek as a tiny droplet of blood traveled down it.

For a split second, I saw it.

A razor-sharp black needle, barely the size of my index finger, shot past me at a blurring speed that I would have not caught if it was not so close to my face.

The needle was made out of deep black color, something I had instantly recognized to be the same color as the fur on the wolf's body.

'So it wasn't taking me seriously before huh...' I thought with anger boiling up inside me, or that was the only thing I could really explain it as being.

It was, just like many of my other emotions, something that I could not explain with proper words. It was something beyond my understanding and trying to explain it would have made it even more confusing.

However, at the moment I was not thinking about that. No...

The only thing I was thinking of at that very moment was how I could slice the wolf's throat and chop its head off for underestimating me as if I wanted to teach it one last lesson before ending everything it was with a single slash.

However, not only did I not have a blade to 'slash' it with, but I was also too slow and weak to get any closer, but it was then that it had hit me.

'Every time I'm in danger, I feel some kind of dread... It's as if I can feel that my life was about to slip out of my hands at the moment, and just like with the razor-sharp needle, or the hippo that had tried to bite my arm off on the first day or second day, I could dodge it in time to save myself by a hairsbreadth.