Chapter 51 Cutting the Flesh

[Aimee] “Aimee!” Aunt Timmu tried to free me from Kugler’s grasp, but she was a woman and didn’t have the required strength. I had a difficult time catching my breath, and my vision started to get blurry. Maybe Ares was right. An enemy was an enemy; the Western Werewolves would never change. I was too naive. Auguste also tried to free me from the grasp, and even his wife helped. Kugler’s eyes were gleaming with bloodthirst. I felt like I would die in the next second. I should’ve apologized to Ares, and I shouldn’t have felt sorry for the Western Werewolves. However, it was too late. No! It wasn’t too late! Right before I lost consciousness, Aunt Timmu raised a mallet and hammered Kugler’s head. He released his grip instantly, and I was saved. “Cough! Cough!” I collapsed on the floor, coughing fiercely. Aunt Timmu patted my back to help me regain my breath. She even glared at the already unconscious Kugler. When I finally regained my breath, she helped me up