883 The End Of A Myth

The sour taste of the flesh was still left in Midwak’s mouth. He wasn’t lying when he said that Gil had tasted disgusting, and it was a first for him. It was a foul taste as if food had been left to rot for a long time.

This was surprising for werewolves since they were considered to be able to eat anything, and Midwak hadn’t found something he couldn’t eat. On top of that, he had planned that by eating Gil that he would become an extremely powerful werewolf.

“Even if you taste bad I’m still going to take you down!” Midwak screamed as he lifted his hand and shoved it deep into the bite mark he had made, twisting it into the wound.

Gil screamed in pain and was ready to grab and chuck Midwak off from him, but before he could, Xin had gathered up what strength she had and charged forward, hitting him in the stomach.