Chapter 17 Where Else Do You Want to Hide?

• "Okay, it's my fault. I should have been more careful. I'm really sorry, sincerely sorry." Sabrina observed the towering figure in front of her, noticing some wolf fur on his arms. She realized he was a drunk werewolf, instantly becoming cautious. A drunk werewolf was essentially a lunatic controlled by the wolf instincts.
• Not wanting to engage in any conflict with a werewolf outside, she apologized sincerely and prepared to leave. However, as she finished speaking, the werewolf in front of her suddenly grinned maliciously, his voice becoming somewhat erratic. "Beautiful… I don't need your apology. Just have a couple of drinks with me, and we'll call it even! Make me happy, and I won't hold it against you today!"
• Sabrina frowned. The werewolf in front of her was too intoxicated to reason with, so she decided to ignore him, intending to walk past.