[The blood moon contract opens, the forbidden dance between the demon hunter and the wolf king]
When the pure demon hunter was forced to form a blood pact with the Night Wolf King, the moment the demon hunter's crossbow was pointed at his heart, the moonlight branded the wolf totem in her blood. On the night of soul exchange, the tallest tower in Blood Moon City reflected the intertwined figures. She trembled under his fangs, and he tasted the wine brewed by the moonlight on her collarbone.
"Tame you with my blood." He crushed the rose and pricked his fingertips, but on the field of Shura, he trapped her seriously injured in his cloak.
"The contractor can only die in my hands." On the throne of darkness, the hybrid wolf king pinched the back of her neck and chuckled, and the monsters behind him faded away like a tide.
In this bloody game, the most dangerous things have never been the fangs and blades.
When the ancient curse tears the blood, the scarlet pupils peeping in the shadow have already written redemption into the most bone-crushing love letter.
