Chapter 297: Get Lost, or Die!

The Nine-Tailed Fox fixed its gaze on Stefan Zimmerman and let out a jagged, rasping cackle, like it had already tasted him. The sound crawled under the skin. "You want to eat me?" Stefan's eyes narrowed to slits. He sprang up without warning, launching himself like a cannonball, streaking toward the Nine-Tailed Fox with lightning speed. "Huh? A mere blood snack dares raise a hand against me? You've got guts." A disturbingly human expression crept across the fox's muzzle. One tail whipped out...