Chapter 190 The Misguided Legend

• He hurled the silver wolf towards me, and I gripped it tightly, chanting magic to keep our bodies in place. Shadowy hands emerged from the rift, grabbing the beast's paws and pulling with force; it roared, attempting to resist. Harvey grabbed my arms, still with closed eyes:
• “My essence... the beast!” He fainted again, his almost transparent life thread visible as a line, connecting to the beast.
• “I understand, Alpha, I understand...” I kissed his forehead, releasing him and allowing the hole to pull me, feeling the force of the rift.