Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale felt a pang in her heart.

She took a step back, leaning against a tree.

Only when he saw she meekly complied did Sylvan withdraw his gaze.

A few drops of red blood had already stained his neck. Whose it was, he didn’t know.

Bang—

Another gunshot rang out!

A wolf that viciously thrust forward hadn’t even managed to raise its claw before being precisely shot; it convulsed a few times on the ground, then was motionless.

Jasmine was so terrified she couldn’t speak.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the scent of gunpowder…

She had never seen a scene like this before-

The ground was a chaotic mess, a mix of rain, mud, and blood…

Two other wolves weren’t willing to give up and didn’t run. Their ghostly eyes were fixated on Sylvan with extreme caution.

Jasmine could feel her eyelids throbbing rapidly.

Her heart was a jumbled mess, as if a stone had struck it.

Pounding fiercely.

Her fingers traced over the uneven bark of the tree trunk as her gaze landed on Sylvan’s upright, slender figure.

This man was handsome beyond mere words.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes narrowed briefly to look at one of the wolves, then quickly pulled the trigger!

Bang—

The gun sound echoed!

The remaining two wolves were clearly far more crafty; Sylvan’s shot didn’t hit a vital area, just grazed one of the wolf’s ears.

Both wolves coordinated well, one leaping from the left and one attacking from the right!

“Sylvan Cheney, be careful!” Jasmine yelled.

“I told you to leave, didn’t you hear me?” Without turning to look at her, Sylvan shouted back.

His voice was low and sharp, like a biting-cold wind that seeped into her bones.

Once more, he pulled the trigger!

Quick, precise, deadly.

Howl—

A wolf let out a howl while falling into a pool of blood, no longer able to leap up.

Only the last, most ferocious male wolf of the pack remained!

The last wolf was large and incredibly fierce.

Jasmine felt as if her blood was running cold, her hands and back coated in a sheen of cold sweat.

Just as Sylvan was swiftly dodging around, ready to take one final shot, suddenly—

He realized, out of bullets!

“Damn it,” Sylvan murmured under his breath.

Jasmine, who wasn’t blind, saw it; his gun was out of bullets!

Simultaneously, that cunning wolf also picked up on this deadly flaw!

Jasmine did not understand why the police hadn’t arrived yet, but she knew it was probably not a good idea to fight a wolf bare-handed.

“Jasmine Yale, get away from here.” Sylvan commanded.

What was she doing still standing there?

He couldn’t gauge the outcome, but at the very least, he wanted to ensure her safety.

“Are you out of bullets?” Jasmine spoke up.

Weirdly, her mood had somehow settled down.

“That’s not your concern. Get away. Get it?” Sylvan shot her a severe look while moving backward.

Jasmine’s feet felt rooted to the spot.

“I won’t go.” She stubbornly stood her ground.

Their eyes met, an unspoken tension crackling between them.

An entanglement which couldn’t be severed or untangled.

Sylvan couldn’t help but get angry, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“Jasmine Yale, I can handle this, as long as you don’t weigh me down, do you understand?”

“I don’t believe you.”

Jasmine really didn’t believe him.

She knew how fierce a wolf could be.

If the wolf got a chance to bite his neck off, it would be all over.

“Are you worrying about me, hmm?” Sylvan’s voice dropped, his face seemingly darkening.

“I just… I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Jasmine said, her voice unusually calm as she met his gaze.