Veria tried to look away in horror, but found that she was unable to move as if she had been enchanted. Ryder's deep eyes were like two deep lakes, drawing her in so deeply that she couldn't extricate herself.

The moonlight grew brighter and brighter, shrouding Ryder like a spotlight on a stage. His figure began to change. His originally upright body became taller and more powerful. His clothes were torn, revealing his chest covered with black hair. His face also began to distort and deform, his mouth protruded, revealing sharp fangs, his ears became tapering, and his eyes shone with a ferocious light like a beast.

"Ah!" Veria exclaimed, she finally understood that the person standing in front of her was not a human being, but a real werewolf!

Ryder, or rather, the creature that could no longer be called Ryder, looked down at Vilia, with a cruel smile on his lips. He slowly approached Veria, and every step he took seemed to hit Veria's heart, making her feel suffocating fear.

"Don't... don't come here..." Veria's voice trembled. She wanted to run away, but found that her body seemed to be filled with lead and was extremely heavy.

The werewolf stopped, lowered his head, sniffed Vilia's hair with his nose, and then let out a low growl. The sound was like a roar from hell, causing Vilia's eardrums to hurt.

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Verya closed her eyes and waited for death to come. However, the expected pain did not come. She opened her eyes carefully, only to find that the werewolf did not hurt her, but looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, which seemed to have a trace of... sadness?

"You...why don't you kill me?" Wei Liya asked with courage.

The werewolf didn't answer. He opened his mouth, exposed his sharp fangs, and bit his wrist. Blood spurted out, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"Drink it." The werewolf handed his wrist to Veria, his voice low and hoarse.

Wei Liya shook her head in horror: "No...I won't drink..."

"Drink!" The werewolf's tone became stern, and he forced Veria to open her mouth and pour her blood in.

Veria struggled desperately to spit it out, but to no avail. Warm blood flowed down her throat, and she felt nauseated and her stomach was churning.

"Cough cough cough..." Veria coughed violently, blood spilled from the corners of her mouth and dyed her clothes red.

"You will be fine." The werewolf looked at Veria, his eyes full of complicated emotions, "You will become my kind and... my wife."

Veria's eyes widened, she couldn't believe her ears. wife? This terrible monster actually wants to marry her?

"No...impossible..." Veria shook her head weakly. She felt dizzy and everything in front of her eyes became blurry.

"Sleep, my bride." The werewolf gently picked up Veria and placed her on the soft grass.

Vilia's consciousness gradually blurred. Before she fell into coma, she seemed to see a drop of crystal tears flowing from the werewolf's eyes...

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