The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 951

The crow began to caw as he took off from Dalton's shoulder.

"You Foplyan mediums sure are evil. How dare you even think of using Chaos as your scapegoat? There's no point in keeping you two alive."

The crow's eyes darkened as he cawed once more. he had been an auspicious beast since ancient times. His feathers were known for their darkness.

He also had a skill that he had been equipped with since birth—predicting people's time of death accurately.

But he didn't need to predict anything this time as he had decided to take matters into his own hands.

The men in black couldn't even figure out who Dalton was when they suddenly could not breathe.

To think they had even planned to tell the medium about everything they witnessed that day. It was absurd for them to think they could leave the plaza alive.

As they took their last breaths, they saw Dalton walk toward Chaos and place his hands on Chaos' head.

Then, they lost consciousness.

Amid the black fog, Dalton looked at Chaos and said, "How is she supposed to take care of you if you continue to act like this?"

Wolf was beginning to morph into Chaos, and he opened his mouth to bite Dalton.

Dalton held him up with one hand and met his gaze. Then, his eyes began to change colors.

Wolf's head tilted to one side before his body softened and fell to the floor. His claws began to shrink back, but his sharp teeth and tail remained.

It was obvious he shouldn't be seen in such a state.

The crow went up to Wolf with reverence and said, "Sir, do you want me to take care of those mediums from Mt. Dragon as well?"

"There's no need for that. Leave those two Foplyans for them."

Dalton looked at Wolf, who was already in deep slumber, and said, "Take him back to the mansion."

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