The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 212 - 200: Missing

The night was like ink, and the cold wind swept the fallen leaves across the ground. The entire Wolf Tribe was alarmed, and torches were lit everywhere.

"Everyone, go and find her. Turn the nearby mountains upside down if you must, but find her."

Lyle Sutton kicked over the wooden post by his feet, his eyes burning with fury.

The daughter he had raised for over a decade, suffering such fate just after giving birth — merely the thought made his heart ache tremulously.

Corbin Crowley touched the partner’s mark on his chest, which showed no reaction, a panic never seen before engulfing his face, and he truly began to fear.

"It’s impossible... the partner has always been there."

His voice was hoarse beyond belief, furiously trying to activate the wolf-shaped mark on his chest, but no matter how hard he pushed, there was no response.

"How could this be..."

In a desperate frenzy, he rushed towards Rhys Blackwood, who was searching around like a headless fly, urgently asking, "What about your mark? Can you sense Luna?"

He didn’t even notice that his hand was shaking, his voice trembling, with fear and terror lurking deep within his silver eyes.

In Rhys Blackwood’s pitch-black eyes, a terrifying blizzard was churning as he replied hoarsely, "It’s disappeared."

Even he didn’t know why it vanished, as if all connections between him and Luna were suddenly severed.

Though the partner’s mark still existed, it just couldn’t be sensed.

Such a situation was unprecedented. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Can’t sense anything?"

Zeke Veridian, who was busy searching, suddenly turned around, his emerald eyes fixed firmly on Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood, his voice as cold and indifferent as ice shards: "Are the marks on your chests mere ornaments?"

Zeke Veridian’s questioning was like a knife stabbing into the heart. Corbin slammed his fist against a tree trunk, "If I could sense her, would I be going mad here?"

"Bullshit."

Malachi Arcanus erupted in rage, unable to hold back a kick, "You just despise her because she’s ugly as hell."

Corbin, staggered by the kick, his silver eyes tinged with blood, "Say that again?"

He suddenly grabbed Malachi by the collar, veins bulging on his hand, yet in the other’s reddened eyes, he saw his own reflection, disheveled and panicked.

"Isn’t it true?"

Malachi’s sneering curve at the corner of his mouth continued with ridicule, "Ask yourself honestly, when you saw little Luna suddenly become ugly, as ugly as before, did you really have not a shred of loathing in your heart?"

Corbin stood nailed to the spot by Malachi’s words, the blood in his silver eyes slowly solidifying.

Disgusted?

He looked down at his trembling palms. Earlier, when he touched the abscesses on Luna’s face, he indeed instinctively pulled his hand back.

"I..."

Something seemed to clog in his throat, and suddenly, he was afraid to answer.

"Heh."

Zeke Veridian’s cold laughter was particularly piercing in the silent night, the night wind rustling through the trees on the back mountain.

His emerald eyes swept over the others present, "You all claim to love her, yet don’t even have the courage to admit it?"

Rhys Blackwood’s face was icy, black scales rising and falling on the back of his hand: "I admit, when I saw Luna suddenly change, I was indeed very shocked, shocked to the point of being completely unable to react, but it was purely shock, never a hint of disdain."

The voice came straight from the heart, with no falsehood, and no need for such.

In desperation, he recalled Luna’s eyes of despair when she lunged at Corbin to grab the wolf cub, his heart feeling as though a chunk had been violently gouged out.

He suddenly realized he had made a mistake.

He thought it was for her own health, but, in fact, it was the opposite and harmed her.

Though he didn’t know why it was like this, there was undoubtedly some connection, though he was unaware of it.

And Luna was unable to explain.

Moonlight shone upon his clenched jaw, like a layer of frost, deep within his eyes lay worry and remorse.

"Whether you truly despise her or not, my daughter, even if ugly as a toad, is a treasure beyond your reach!"

Lyle Sutton roared in furious wrath.

Suddenly he transformed into a massive grey wolf and charged into the dense forest, the winds carrying the Old Wolf King’s howls: "Luna, don’t be afraid... Father is bringing you home..."

In the bushes, Luna Sutton watched everything through a gap in her cloak, biting her lips hard to prevent herself from crying out loud.

Her father’s wolf howl cut into her heart like a blunt knife.

She suddenly recalled her father from the post-apocalyptic world, a drunken, abusive, gambling addict.

Lyle Sutton’s reddened eyes just now overlapped with her memories of her gambler-father hurling a bottle at her mother.

For a moment, she wanted to rush out.

But recalling something, she held herself back.

From afar came Malachi Arcanus’s hoarse, roaring plea: "Luna, come out, please? This isn’t fun anymore. Though I often tease you and find fault, I’m sincerely committed to being your lifelong partner, wanting to spend a lifetime with you. If you’re angry, when you return, I’ll help you teach Corbin that bastard a lesson, whether it’s hanging him up to beat him, cutting off his hands and feet, or skinning him alive, whatever you please, okay? My strength is no less than his."