Chapter 55.

The black wolf hadn't looked back, kept running forward furiously.
It wasn't until I was floating above him when it perhaps sensed my scent and finally turned back to give me a frightened look while slowing down on its feet.
It was at this time that I leaned down and charged towards the black wolf at extreme speed.
Its huge body was instantly lifted to the ground by me, pinned down by me in a position with its limbs held upwards, like a turtle that couldn't turn over.
It tried to swing its sharp claws to lift me off of it, but its claws were broken by me just as it reached over. A howl of pain escaped its mouth and its body rolled uncontrollably.
I watched its pain indifferently, feeling nothing but pain in my heart. Instead of rushing to kill it in order to enjoy its current appearance more, I broke all four of its limbs.
It had been injured while fighting Duster in the battle, and now it was unable to resist me at all, and could only remain at my torment.
The open grasslands resounded with the gruesome howls of the black wolf, and a cruel smile crossed my face.
My emotions and actions seemed to break through the shackles of morality and conscience; I was controlled by drugs before when I started killing the blood slaves. But now my mind was clear and yet I was doing what I had previously detested most.
The scariest part was the pleasure I would feel as I tortured Collier. I loved watching him roll over in pain, hearing his gruesome howls, his fear-filled eyes.
I tried the taste of power, and with power, I could control the lives and deaths of others.
Finally, Collier seemed to run out of life under my torture. All it could do was whimper at the top of its lungs and curl its massive body up.
I lost interest in it and was ready to give it a hard time, by which time I was also covered in dark blood stains.
"Cheryl, that's enough, let it go." Duster suddenly pulled me in at that moment.
I looked at Duster unhappily and said coldly, "Duster, if we give it a chance to live, it will definitely get back at us later."
"No, he doesn't have the power." Duster frowned at the curled up black wolf, "You broke all of its limbs, he's not even capable of standing up right now."
I couldn't help but snort and ask, "Ha, Duster, you're actually taking pity on him, did you forget that he was just counting on you?"
"Cheryl, you didn't used to be this ruthless, are you under the spell of the devil?" Duster looked at me in disbelief.
"No, I just grew up." I said coldly to Duster.
"Duster, kill me! This bitch is right, if you let me live like this, I will find a way to get back at you!" Collier hissed from behind me as he took his human form.
"Especially this woman, I will chop her up and feed her to the dogs!" Collier seemed to be deliberately looking for death, he had looked like he had no breath a moment ago and now he kept provoking me.
"You see, he doesn't want to live like that, being a wreck is torture for him." I grunted and said to Duster.
Duster grimaced as he gave Collier a look and stopped talking down to me, but still pulled at me.
"Cheryl, I'm not pleading for Collier, I just don't want to see you covered in blood. If you must kill Collier, let me do it." Duster said seriously, looking at me.
I froze for a moment and my agitation froze for a split second before I finally calmed down.
Duster's eyes were genuine and pure, with nothing but me in them. I looked at my cruel and bloody appearance as if I had become a completely different person.
This time it was me who had voluntarily given my body to the demon inside.
"That's enough Duster. i don't want to kill him anymore, let's get out of here." I said to Duster wearily.
"That's good of you to think so!" Duster was full of surprise. He looked like he had just been reunited with me, so maybe what I just did really scared him.
"I'm sorry Duster, I was a little impulsive earlier." I apologized to Duster.
"It's okay, as long as this makes you feel better, I know Cecil's death hit you hard." Duster said looking at me.
Duster was right, it must have been because of Cecil that my emotions got out of control.
"Come on." I said.
We turned around and headed towards the woods beyond the meadow, Collier still cursing angrily behind us. It didn't bother Duster and I at all, and we didn't look back at him again.
Duster went back to his settlement to get some weapons and followed me out of the pack. We decided to go find Amanda and get Burris out together.
Actually Duster didn't even have to risk following me, werewolves and vampires, while natural enemies, rarely actually start an active war.
Of course I knew why Duster was helping me, and I did want his help, but I couldn't lie to him, and there were things I had to make clear to him.
Before I left, I looked at Duster and said solemnly, "Duster, I have to tell you something, and I won't blame you if you don't want to help me after you find out about this."
"What are you going to say, Cheryl," Duster looked at me with a serious expression.
He seemed to anticipate what I was going to say and looked a little agitated, and I saw the veins in the corners of his forehead bulge violently.
I looked him straight in the bright eyes and said, "I'm already Burris's lover, and I love him enough to save him."
Sure enough, after hearing my words, Duster's thick, dark, thick eyebrows gather together and his hands clench into hard fists.
I suddenly felt a little nervous, and I was really worried about getting into a fight with Duster, but I finished my next words anyway.
"I mean, if you saved him because you were trying to get in my good graces, then I don't think that's fair to you. You don't have to risk your life on something that doesn't make sense." I said as politely as I could.
But it still sounded excessive, and I cringed in annoyance as I finished the sentence.
I wish Duster had never confessed to me, we'd be better off as friends or comrades for life.
Duster's breathing was a little ragged, his burning breath even spraying my face, but we weren't close enough to see that he wasn't in a stable mood right now.
He didn't reply to me right away, just stared at me with a heavy gaze.
After a moment, Duster suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and questioned me in a gruff voice, "Cheryl, why are you in love with Burris when I clearly knew you before he did, and don't you hate vampires?"
Duster's strength was incredibly strong and my shoulder felt like it was going to dislocate, but I had to hold it in for now.
"That's the way love is, you can't measure it in time, Duster. i love Burris, no matter what time i met him or what he is, i'm in love with him."
"It's like werewolves identifying at once that they belong to them Mate." I tried to get Duster to understand the true meaning of love, because I often felt like he was just confusing friendship and love.
"No, Cheryl, I don't have a destined Mate, I just like you." Duster said with a grimace, he looked a little aggravated.
"You just haven't met her yet Duster, she must be better than me." I said helplessly.
"Maybe, but I still like you right now, love is something I can't help." Duster's voice was dull.
"So now that you know how I feel, will you still help me save Burris? Even if you don't I won't resent you, we'll still be good friends." I said sincerely.
"Damn it, that question isn't even my choice, I don't want to go save that blood sucking monster at all." Duster said grumpily.
I frowned, ready to say goodbye to him, but Duster said again, chagrined, "But I have to go, even if you can't be my Mate, I can't lose you as a friend. There's no way I can watch you go off on your own adventure."
I smiled in relief and hugged his hard arms harder.
"Thank you, Duster, my best friend."