With a shout, a group of werewolves wagged their tails and rushed over.
Their ears twitched, standing upright, expressions excited yet slightly innocent.
This bunch truly lacks wisdom.
But they still tried their best to restrain their sharp fangs, grinning widely.
Each one unable to hide the joy on their faces.
Hayden Langdon was silent for a moment, looking down at his hands.
His gaze fell on the missing tip of his right ring finger.
"Haven't I already lost control?"
Yet that part of his memory was almost blank.
He remembered his emotions being violently uncontainable at the time.
If he didn't find a stable emotional calm in time.
He would rather destroy himself than humbly ask for help.
Upon hearing Hayden's words, the werewolf leader grinned.
Then, without hesitation, he waved his hand in a hearty manner.
"It's good that you're okay," his voice boomed, "That Female Master calmed you."
