Chapter 263: Chapter 263: You Disobeyed
Cyrus Hawthorne’s ink-black eyes suddenly flashed with sharpness, his body swiftly dodging like a beast, making the two wolves bite into empty air.
The whole set of movements was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation or pause!
Ann Vaughn was held tightly in his arms, completely unaffected, yet she could feel firsthand how incredibly fast he was.
She hadn’t even reacted when he had already moved to the next position, repeatedly dodging the lunging bites of the five wolves, something no ordinary person could achieve.
Ann Vaughn watched in stunned disbelief.
This man... was scarier than the wolves.
"Put me down, I will slow you down." Ann Vaughn thought for a moment, taking the chance to tug at Cyrus Hawthorne’s shirt collar and said to him.
"If they’re attacking you, I’ll be distracted. Stay calm and don’t cause trouble," Cyrus Hawthorne said in a deep voice, supporting Ann Vaughn’s body with one hand, while the black dagger in his other hand slashed through the neck of the wild wolf that almost bit Ann Vaughn’s calf like a hot knife through butter!
But instead of being scared by the fallen wolf, the remaining wolves fixed their blood-red eyes on Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn, madly advancing and biting!
Single-handedly handicapped, yet Cyrus Hawthorne took advantage of the opportunity to solve another wolf.
"Watch out!" Ann Vaughn shouted as she used what little strength she had recovered to flick Golden Needle from her sleeve into the eyes of the wolf biting Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm!
The two needles hit their mark perfectly!
The wild wolf almost tore off a piece of Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm flesh, but then let out a terrified howl the next second, falling to the ground and shaking for a few moments until it couldn’t move.
Ann Vaughn leaned against Cyrus Hawthorne’s shoulder, breathing heavily, her lips even paler, almost collapsing from exhaustion.
Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t even glance at his blood-covered arm, the black dagger in his hand ready to strike, fierce eyes filled with a strong sense of aggression.
It’s said that a pack of wolves is as fierce as a tiger; the longer the battle drags on, the more worried Ann Vaughn becomes that Cyrus Hawthorne’s wounds will worsen.
Although he didn’t show it, she wasn’t blind; she saw the wolves scratch him a few times earlier, and blood stained his body.
The remaining two wild wolves bared their teeth and lunged forward, bringing a foul wind with them, sharp claws close to scratching Ann Vaughn’s face!
Cyrus Hawthorne, constantly keeping an eye on Ann Vaughn, immediately threw the black dagger, fiercely and precisely stabbing into the wild wolf attacking Ann Vaughn!
Ann Vaughn was still recovering from the shock when Cyrus Hawthorne lost his weapon and had to engage the last wild wolf bare-handed.
Every punch he threw was cold and fierce as if a blade wind had risen, his figure agile like a dragon, dodging the wolf’s attack and immediately countering with another punch!
The air was filled with the dull sound of bones and skin colliding, just listening made it feel painful.
Just then, Ann Vaughn noticed something was wrong with the grass behind them and tried to alert Cyrus Hawthorne, but it was too late.
A rustling sound.
Their intertwined figures fell down the hillside behind the grass.
Mid-fall, Cyrus Hawthorne suddenly grabbed a vine on the edge, using his other hand to firmly hold onto Ann Vaughn’s wrist, barely stopping their descent.
"Cyrus Hawthorne..." Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but glance below, but all she saw was unfathomable darkness, terrifying enough to make the back of her neck feel numb.
Her wrist felt weak, like it was boneless and ready to slip from his hand at any moment.
Cyrus Hawthorne increased his grip on her, his thin lips pressed into a line.
During this stalemate, raindrops began to fall on Ann Vaughn’s forehead, prompting her to internally exclaim how bad things were.
If it rains, no matter how strong Cyrus Hawthorne is, it would be difficult for them to climb back up.
Not to mention, he must have used up most of his strength fighting the wolves earlier.
A few more drops fell on her face, breaking her inner anxiety.
Because she smelled the scent of blood on her cheek, it wasn’t rain; it was blood!
Ann Vaughn’s eyes shrank, disbelief causing her to look up at Cyrus Hawthorne’s arm holding her.
The wolf bite wounds were a bloody mess, dark red blood continuously seeping from them, trailing down the tense lines of his arm muscles.
And his back was covered in various sized scratches, blood everywhere, terrifying enough to instill fear.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes blinked painfully, then she struggled to lift her other hand to pry open Cyrus Hawthorne’s fingers.
Cyrus Hawthorne, contemplating ways to get up quickly, felt a sudden force of struggle from his palm, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Let me go, or we’ll both die here!" Ann Vaughn bit her lip, using every ounce of remaining strength to pry his fingers open.
Her tone was so serious and determined that it didn’t sound like a joke at all, making Cyrus Hawthorne’s heartbeat chaotic.
"Annie, don’t mess around!" Cyrus Hawthorne tightly gripped her hand, ignoring the pain from his worsening wounds, his ink-black eyes showing traces of panic, "Don’t let go of my hand."
Ann Vaughn ignored him, biting her teeth to pry his fingers open; the next second, he would use force to close them again.
She was so anxious her eyes turned red.
Damn it, was he really willing to die here?!
Ann Vaughn became fierce, even stabbing Golden Needle into Cyrus Hawthorne’s wounds.
Above, his restrained, hoarse voice echoed, almost mad, "If you dare let go of my hand, I’ll immediately go down to accompany you!"
Ann Vaughn’s eyes trembled, reflecting his blood-red, cold eyes, not even knowing when Golden Needle fell.
Until Cyrus Hawthorne brought her safely back to the ground, Ann Vaughn hadn’t recovered from the blood-stained words he said earlier.
The next instant, she was suddenly pushed against the tree trunk behind her.
"Cyru...ugh!"
The forest was dim, the moonlight like water.
Soon, Cyrus Hawthorne encircled her in his arms, lowering his eyes, his voice hoarse and trembling.
"You disobeyed, you deserve punishment."