103: BLOODY WOLF PACK

BLOODY WOLF PACK

The second and the third floor of this inn were rooms, while the first floor was a bar and restaurant, where travelers would stop to get something to eat and drink. 

Iris followed him but it was too crowded for her to move freely while most of these men were mercenaries and rogues. They looked at her with a questioning look, since it was rare to see a young woman in such a place.

"Al… Cane…" Iris tried to call him when she couldn't get past a few burly men, who looked so drunk, as they chatted with each other with loud voices. "Excuse me, move please…"

Iris tried to push them away, but they barely moved. How could these men be so big and strong? She tried to find another way, but this place was so crowded.

"Move please!" Iris grew agitated because she couldn't see Cane anymore. Where did he go? In any case, if she couldn't find him, she would return to her bedroom and wait for him there. "Can you move please?!"

The men finally paid attention to her, there were six men in her way as they chatted happily in this narrowed lane.

"What is it? There is a young woman here?" A bald man looked down at her with knitted brows.

"Move please, I want to go through." Iris craned her neck to look past his shoulder, but he was too tall for her. She could only see the heads of the people behind him.

"Who are you with?" The first man asked, seemingly interested.

Iris looked at the man, but she didn't answer him. She didn't have the obligation to do so.

"Where do you want to go?" The man moved toward her instead, cornering her.

At this, an alarm set off in her mind. Though this was the first time for Iris to go to such a place, she was not really clueless.

"My mate is waiting for me," Iris said and thankfully her voice didn't falter.

"Your mate? What kind of mate will leave their other half alone in this kind of place?" The man snickered, while the other five intentionally blocked her way with their bodies.

"Move away or my mate will kill you all!" Alright, she heard this sentence when she witnessed her father torture one of the slaves in the past and the woman said that powerfully, the memory of that moment still etched in her mind.

However, all of them let out a boisterous laugh upon hearing her and grinned from ear to ear, not taking what she was saying to heart.

"Really? I do want to know how strong your mate is." The bald man stretched out his hand, about to touch Iris, but she swatted his hand away and looked at him with disdain.

There was no way she could get through them, thus it was better for her to return to her bedroom, since at this point, she must have lost Cane as well.

"You are a feisty little thing, aren't you?" One man stepped toward her and grabbed her hand, but someone had grabbed his neck, as their sharp nails elongated and embedded into his skin. Without doubt, whoever grabbed him, it was a shifter.

"Back off."

His domineering aura made all the men there take a step back out of fear. They were not shifters, they were just mercenaries, but they knew better not to provoke a shifter, especially when they were intoxicated like this and one of their men's life was only a crush away from death.

"Alright, alright." The man let go of Iris' wrist and raised both of his hands. "We are good here. We are good, this is only a misunderstanding. You don't want to make a fuss over this, right?"

Cane indeed didn't want to make a fuss and let their visit to this pack be known, but before he let him go, he left a long cut around his neck, not so deep to cut his veins, but it was enough to let him bleed in pain.

"Argh! You don't need to do this!" The man was panicking, but then Cane pushed him away until he stumbled onto his friend on the side.

"Scram!" Cane said darkly, as he stood in front of Iris to face the six men there.

His imposing features and the way he growled at them, emitting a dangerous aura that surrounded him, made him look menacing. His dark eyes were filled with killing intention, as if he wouldn't mind killing anyone there, if he had to do so. Not only that, his claws elongated from the tips of his fingers, his stance clear; ready for a fight and it definitely would be their disadvantage to fight a werewolf head on.

Begrudgingly, they left. They took another glance at Iris, but she was completely eclipsed by Cane's huge body, thus there was nothing that they could see.

"Thank you," Iris said timidly, but Cane said nothing and grabbed her hand. This time, he walked slower and made sure Iris kept up with him.

At this point, she was still clueless as to where he wanted to bring her.

But right in front of the inn, there was a tavern and Cane was heading there. Before they entered, he stopped and turned around to face her. "You already learned how to distinguish water magic stones, right?"

Iris nodded at that question.2

And with that, Cane took her into the tavern, where there was only a man inside. He was sitting alone with a small package in front of him. When Cane and Iris entered, he lifted his head and grinned at them.

He looked like he was in his mid-fifties and had a scar on his forehead with his grey hair that looked so messy. He was travel worn, but his eyes lit up brilliantly at the sight of them.

"Ah! Finally, you came!" The man looked cheerful and let them both sit at his table. "Here, here, have a look!"

He then tipped the package upside down and its contents scattered on the table, which made Iris frown.

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