Chapter 4

The hospital gown plummeted rapidly through the air.

"Stella!" Marcella screamed hysterically, gripping the railing with both hands. Without a second thought, she climbed over, ready to jump after her.

Just as her feet were about to leave the ground, a silver-gray giant wolf leaped out of nowhere, scattering the falling snow.

It was the Northwind Wolf!

Miles transformed into his massive wolf form and caught Stella firmly on his back in mid-air.

The silver-gray giant wolf raised its head and let out a long howl toward the third-floor terrace.

Marcella's tense nerves relaxed, and she slid down from the railing, collapsing onto the ground.

She survived. Her Stella was still alive.

Marcella let out a heavy breath, but the next second, she stared hard at Wendy's perfectly made-up face. Her wolf soul Shadow roared deep in her mind: "Kill her!"

"You deserve to die." A hoarse voice squeezed out from her throat. Like a mother beast, Marcella suddenly lunged at Wendy.

She gripped Wendy's neck tightly with both hands, her strength shocking: "Why did you touch my daughter! You deserve to die!"

Wendy was forced to tilt her head back, her face flushing red from lack of oxygen.

But she didn't struggle or try to pry Marcella's hands away.

Instead, excitement showed in Wendy's eyes.

Looking over Marcella's shoulder into the distance, a smile curved at the corner of her mouth.

"Because..." Wendy spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Vincent is here."

The moment Marcella froze, Wendy broke free from her grip and threw her body backward!

A loud crash shook the hospital building.

The Blackflame War Wolf rose from the snow with overwhelming presence.

It opened its massive jaws but gently caught the back collar of Wendy's coat with its fangs, landing steadily on the ground.

That was Vincent, the Alpha of the Luthor Pack.

Even through a floor, that predator's presence crashed down on Marcella's back.

Her already severely injured body couldn't bear it. She groaned and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

The black flames faded, and the tall man, holding Wendy, leaped up to the third-floor terrace. Those blue eyes now churned with killing intent.

Wendy curled up in Vincent's arms, trembling all over. "Vincent, Marcella went crazy. She tried to kill me!"

Vincent looked down at the crying woman in his arms, anger surging in his heart again.

In his view, five years ago, Marcella's schemes caused Wendy to get mad wolf disease, which came and went.

And now she was trying to kill her own sister!

"I didn't!" Marcella struggled to get up, pointing at Wendy and screaming, "She threw Stella down!"

"Shut up." Vincent gently placed Wendy on a nearby bench, taking off his coat to wrap her tightly.

The moment he turned around, only violence remained in his eyes.

Vincent walked toward Marcella step by step, releasing his Alpha presence without reservation. She found it hard to even breathe.

"You didn't?" Vincent looked at her with disgust. "I saw with my own eyes you pushing Wendy down!"

"I didn't push her... she jumped down herself..."

Before Marcella could finish, sharp pain shot through her abdomen.

Vincent kicked her stomach without mercy.

Her whole body flew backward, hitting the wall with a loud crash.

Marcella slid to the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of black blood mixed with organ fragments.

The bandages Miles had just wrapped burst open, and the whip wounds tore open again.

Her organs felt shattered.

But her heart hurt even more.

"Vincent..." Blood filled Marcella's mouth as she struggled to lift her head, staring at the man she loved so deeply. "Why... do you never believe me..."

"Believe you?" Vincent sneered, stepping forward to grab Marcella's hair and lift her from the snow.

Tearing pain shot through her scalp. Marcella was forced to raise her face, meeting those cold eyes.

"Believe a vicious bitch who lies constantly?" Vincent gritted his teeth. "Back then, your own promiscuity was bad enough, but you drugged Wendy and had her raped by rogue wolves. Marcella, your very blood is dirty!"

He released her hand, throwing Marcella to the ground, then raised his military boot and stomped on her injured right hand.

"Ahh—!" The sound of shattering bones rang out as Marcella screamed in pain.

"This filthy hand that touched Wendy should be destroyed." Vincent ground his boot down hard.

In the courtyard below, Miles, carrying Stella on his back, was about to rush to the medical room.

Suddenly hearing Marcella's scream, his massive wolf body leaped up, landing directly on the third floor.

Seeing Marcella under Vincent's foot, Miles let out a low growl from his throat.

Just as he was about to rush over, four werewolves poured out from the stairwell, blocking him.

"Get out of the way!" Miles's tail struck the guard in front, sending him flying.

But with Stella on his back, facing the remaining werewolves' attacks, he didn't dare dodge much and could only take the hits passively.

"Marcella..." Blood trickled from the corner of Miles's mouth as he looked through the human wall at the tragedy just steps away.

He couldn't help her. In front of that tyrant, he was a joke.

Marcella's consciousness began to fade.

She wanted to tell Miles to run, to take Stella and escape, but her throat was full of bloody foam and she couldn't make a sound.

Vincent looked at the woman under his foot, feeling no satisfaction, only irritation.

Especially seeing Miles risk his life for her, that irritation turned to rage.

What tricks did this woman have to make the heir of the Smith Pack throw away his dignity for her?

Just then, Wendy on the bench cried out in pain: "Vincent, I feel so dizzy..."

The violence in Vincent's eyes subsided.

He moved his boot off Marcella's hand and quickly walked back to Wendy's side, scooping her up in his arms.

Newly freed, Marcella lay convulsing in a pool of blood.

The guards blocking Miles received their orders and silently stepped aside.

Miles unwrapped the cloak around Stella, spread his cashmere coat on the ground, and laid Stella flat on it.

Then he rushed to Marcella's side. Seeing her caved-in ribs and shattered right hand, his eyes instantly turned blood red.

Miles stared at Vincent and cursed: "Vincent! You idiot, you'll regret this!"

"Shut up." Vincent stopped and turned his head, his eyes full of disdain.

"Miles, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. If it weren't for your father's sake, just for attacking my guards today, I could snap your neck right now."

Vincent looked away, his gaze sweeping over the small body wrapped in cotton clothes on the ground.

Stella lay quietly, breathing weakly.

For some reason, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Wendy leaned against Vincent's chest. Seeing his expression, she frowned.

Her eyes rolled as an idea struck. She immediately pretended the mad wolf disease was acting up, looking confused, and pointed at Stella, crying without restraint: "Baby, my..."

Vincent always indulged her every request. He immediately ordered the guard beside him: "Bring the child here."