Chapter 81 The Gift To The Werewolf Committee
- Stepping out of the dungeon, Diana took off her bloody gloves and disposed of them right away.
- The flickering luminance of the torches pinned on the murky walls hid the cold glint of malice beneath Diana’s eyes. Before she faced Rakiz Lemoir, the killing intent reflected in her eyes was long gone.
- “How is it?” asked Diana.