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Chapter 302:

“Why are you all just standing there? Do something to save him!” Jasiah barked at the paralyzed bodyguards.

The lead bodyguard’s voice faltered. “Mr. Dixon, the white wolf has gone mad. We… we really don’t know how to save him p>

Despite Denny’s lavish offers of reward, no sum could entice the bodyguards to brave the danger inside the cage. At that moment, the white wolf lunged with terrifying ferocity. Amelia’s heart leapt to her throat; a scream almost escaped before she clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling the sound.

“Denny…” Jasiah’s voice cracked, his eyes brimming with worry as he called out. Inside the iron cage, the wolf lunged at Denny, its jaws gaping, poised to clamp down on his throat.

With desperate resolve, Denny shielded his neck with one arm while driving his dagger into the wolf’s eye with the other.

A piercing, agonized howl erupted from the wolf, the sound so raw it seemed to rattle the very walls of the basement.

Maddened by pain, the wounded wolf clamped its jaws onto Denny’s arm with savage force.

Just then, Denny yanked the dagger free, and Amelia’s breath caught as she saw a chunk of flesh torn from his arm by the wolf’s merciless bite.

Denny fell to the ground.

“Where’s the tranquilizer? Get it here, now p>

A𝗱dі𝖼𝘵𝘪v𝖾 nо𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘀 𝗈n 𝗀a𝗹ոо𝘷𝗲lѕ.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Wyatt’s voice cut through the chaos, his tone icy as he assessed the grim scene. Before Jasiah could respond, a bodyguard said, “In this situation, we can’t be sure the dart will hit the wolf. If it strikes Mr. Williamson instead, everything will be over p>

“What, so you’ll just stand there and watch him fight until he dies?” Wyatt’s words were sharp.

The bodyguard faltered, words failing him.

Wyatt turned to Jasiah, his voice low and urgent. “What are you waiting for? Do you really want Denny to die p>

Jasiah cast one final glance at the cage before bolting away. He returned moments later, clutching a sleek, long-barreled rifle.

Assuming Wyatt meant for the bodyguards to wield it, Jasiah froze when he saw Wyatt deftly chamber a round, handling the weapon with chilling precision. “Mr. Stewart, you p>