Katie sniffled, still feeling the burning sting of her father’s slap on her cheek. She couldn’t believe her father had slapped her. He had never raised a hand against her before. She had always been the apple of his eye, yet he had dared to slap her after she told him everything. If it weren’t for her mother, she was sure that her father would have hit her again.Just thinking about the reason for her father’s anger made her grit her teeth in frustration. The hand not touching her cheek curled into a fist as she imagined strangling Cristian with her bare hands.She was going to make him pay for this humiliation. He was going to regret ever crossing her and her family. Once they got out of this place, she was going to summon her beast like she should have from the start and let it tear him apart. Then she’ll turn that small wolf at his side into a new rug for her mother.“Well, isn’t this an interesting sight. It seems there’s a bit of family trouble going on here.” Cristian’s voice ec

Katie’s knees finally gave out, and she collapsed to the ground. A horrible smell filled the air, and Cristian stepped back to avoid the puddle forming underneath her.“Katie!” Mrs. Sellers rushed forward to her daughter’s side, acting as a shield to protect her daughter.However, he was no longer paying any attention to them. His eyes were drawn to the blue text box that had appeared out of the corner of his vision.[The user has obtained a new ability and can exert an overwhelming presence that can paralyze those weaker than the user.]Cristian stared at the blue text incredulously before looking at Fenrir. The wolf didn’t bat an eye and even yawned at him. He raised an eyebrow and was tempted to ask right then and there if this meant he now had aura. Just thinking about it made him huff in amusement before turning his attention back to the cowering women.Given Katie’s reaction and the text box’s appearance, he had somehow used the power on her. However, it didn’t sound that great

Living with the Sellers wasn’t as bad as Cristian expected. It seemed that the repeated humiliation and punishment at his hands had finally got through to them, and they were keeping their heads down. Whether or not this would last until the apocalypse was up for debate, but it was fine. There was only one more day left.Cristian looked down at the papers in front of him before picking one of them up. He stared at the list of supplies he had ordered Mrs. Sellers to obtain and smirked.Not bad for a decently wealthy family. The amount of food, tools, and medicine gathered was something he would have never been able to get even if he hadn’t been disowned by his family. They were just a middle-class family who had high hopes for him, only for it to crash and burn the day of the summoning ritual.[What’s with the evil smile on your face?]He frowned and glanced at Fenrir as he said, “I don’t have an evil smile. I’m just happy that things are progressing smoothly.”[Did you plan all of it?]

Cristian’s breath hitched, his fingers twitching. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice as the burly men waited for orders while the rest seemed to be focused on Fenrir, discussing all the horrific ways they could torture the small wolf. Hearing all the inhumane things they had planned for Fenrir brought back memories he didn’t want to remember, and his body trembled.“If we did that, wouldn’t the wolf die?” Brayan asked.“It’s a beast summoned through the ritual. It should be a bit sturdier than a regular wolf,” Aidan said.“But what if it dies?” Brayan asked again.“Then it dies,” Jagger said bluntly.“After it dies, we should cut it up and feed it to Cristian. Do you think he’ll cry?” Brayan asked, poking at Fenrir.“Do you want to bet? I bet he would throw up after the first bite,” Aidan said with a smirk.“That’s a loser’s bet. Maybe we should keep it a secret and see how much he can eat before he finds out it’s his wolf,” Brayan

Fenrir’s words brought Cristian back to his senses, and a wave of shame washed over him. He couldn’t believe he lost his cool like that. Yes, getting revenge was important, but it was not more important than preparing for the apocalypse. There was just one more day until the apocalypse, and he nearly messed it up.Cristian removed his foot from Jagger’s chest as he said, “You’re right. I shouldn’t waste any more time on inconsequential people.”He still gave Jagger one last kick before backing away and picking Fenrir up. The two walked around the bodies on the ground and went back to the room the manager had tricked them to enter.Speaking of the manager, Cristian had spotted the man’s dead body in the distance. Apparently, he had stuck around without interfering with the fight and got himself killed. Cristian didn’t feel a single ounce of remorse for him. It was what the man deserved for trying to sell him o