ISABELLA's POV

　　After the fierce fight, I was about to triumph over him, and I transformed back into my wolf form and met with him.

　　He had regained consciousness, but he was weak; he was in his human form as I was, and his back was against the wall for support.

　　He stared weakly at me. I squatted and maintained eye level with him.

　　"You don't deserve any mercy," I told him.

　　"I don't have much time, Isabella." He coughed out blood ...