Chapter 133: The Mutation

Thelma Zane’s POV "I’m feeling a bit cold." Leviathan’s mocking tone rang out as she glanced at the toothbrush embedded in Ryan’s shoulder, her lips curling into a sly smile. The wound oozed blood steadily, the sight grotesque against the backdrop of her eerie nonchalance. “Aren’t you going to put me down? After all, this is your classmate’s body. He might die from blood loss.” “What’s the point of preserving a body when its soul has been stolen?” I countered sharply, refusing to be drawn into her twisted games. “Ryan’s soul is in your hands. Will you show mercy and release him?” Leviathan’s laugh was low and mocking, shaking her head with deliberate slowness. “Mercy? How quaint. Demons are greedier than dragons, my dear. Mercy is not a currency we trade in.” The wail of police sirens outside the window sliced through the tension, a signal that help had finally arrived. My phone buzzed with a notification confirming the arrival of the werewolf grandmasters alongside the au