Sylvia's POV:

When Rufus hit the ground, I felt the entire world around me collapse.

I rushed to hold Rufus in my trembling arms.

I tried my best to stop the wound on his shoulder from bleeding with my hands, but blood just continued to flow out no matter what I did. Quickly, my hands were stained with blood and my eyes turned into a similar shade.

"It's okay. The bullet didn't hit my heart, just my shoulder..." Rufus tried to smile and comfort me, but I could tell he was having a hard time.

I was not convinced either. Tears streamed down my face and I trembled in fear. "Rufus, don't waste your energy talking. I'll take you to the doctor right away."

filled with pain. He tried to get

even his face was beginning to turn deathly pale. It was a sharp contrast to

silver bullet! This was a werewolf's deadliest weapon. Once hit by a silver bullet, the wounds would begin to spread throughout the entire body, burning the victim to death. It was the most painful way to die. A

at Richard, my

and even offered for you to die on your

you!" I gritted my

buzzing with a desire for violence, which heightened all of my senses. The surroundings seemed to have lost all color in my sight. Only

with Richard, who was still staring down at us. The idea of killing

in amusement. "Who will? Just you? Even if you were fast enough, do you think you could outrun my bullet?" He raised his hand and pointed the pistol at Rufus. "Suppose I shoot

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