Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 410

At that moment, the onlookers who had been initially captivated by the unfolding scene recoiled from Calista's imposing presence. Her aura, charged with a formidable energy, discouraged them from coming any closer.

It's probably for the best. We should keep our distance from her. She seems dangerous.

Unbeknownst to Calista, blood had been trailing behind her. She believed she had secured the bandage tightly enough, but in truth, it was poorly applied and ineffective.

Meanwhile, Kurt, resembling a wolf on the prowl, had picked up the scent of her blood and was trailing her relentlessly.

His reputation for surviving the most dire of situations was not unfounded. Having clawed his way out, Kurt had arrived at this location, propelled by a fearless and relentless determination. This pursuit continued despite Quintus and his men hot on his heels.

Anyone who laid eyes on Kurt, his appearance marred by blood, screamed in terror, quickly retreating to safety.

Kurt's underestimation of Calista and Horatio had led to a significant defeat earlier, fueling a ferocious rage within him. Now, unleashed and more beast than man, he was resolute in his mission to capture Calista and brutally torment her in front of Kallum.

After Kurt escaped Quintus and his squad, Calista sensed a disturbing presence and glanced back. Though her vision was blurred, the tangible aura of bloodlust and malice that Kurt exuded filled the air, sending a wave of dread through her.

What do I do if Kurt catches up to me?

Calista let out a chilling chuckle, her eyes swirling with dark, chaotic energy. Her lips, slightly curved, hinted at a deep-seated malevolence.

She recalled the four who had once pursued her relentlessly back in Lostaria, now reduced to nothing but bones and dust.

Her resolve was clear—anyone who dared touch her would meet a grim fate. I'll annihilate them all!

In the dimly lit alley, Kurt's nose twitched as he distinguished the sickly sweet scent of fresh blood from the stale, rusty smell that clung to his own wounded body. It was the scent of prey.

While numerous people were searching for him, he had finally located her.

The crisp, rhythmic sound of his leather boots stepping on the bluestone echoed in the alley. Despite being soaked and wounded, Kurt's makeshift bandages held up, and he maintained the alertness of a seasoned hunter, flawless from head to toe.

Coming upon a dead end surprised him. Subconsciously, he attributed this to what Calista's foolishness. However, after witnessing the scene at the fishing yard, he couldn't maintain his biased belief from his homeland that “women lack thought” about Calista.

Knowing full well that Calista had been bleeding all the way here and was likely weakened, Kurt's muscles still tensed, and he gripped his gun firmly as he advanced step by step.

He finally discovered her in a secluded corner, seemingly vulnerable.

At that moment, Calista was seated against the wall, her head bowed, a dim light casting shadows over her face, obscuring her features from Kurt's view.

For Kurt, being wounded by a woman was the ultimate disgrace, and he furiously began to strangle her. Calista could almost hear the faint sound of her neck cracking under the pressure.

Desperately, she struggled against his iron grip, pushing and kicking, but it was futile. In the vice-like clasp of Kurt's muscular arms, a dark premonition enveloped her.

At the last moment, Kurt remembered her significance and released her.

Despite the brutal encounter, Calista was nearly lifeless, too weak to resist any further. Confident she was subdued, Kurt checked her for weapons before carelessly lifting her, showing utter indifference to her well-being.

His long hair hung down, swaying back and forth as he moved.

Calista, severely weakened by blood loss, experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline as he grasped her roughly. This surge momentarily sharpened her senses amidst the chaos. Struggling to maintain some control, her hand, initially clutching her left shoulder, slowly crept up his arm to probe the fresh wound grazed by the bullet.

Kurt had sustained injuries previously, but those had been meticulously bandaged. It was only this fresh, exposed wound that offered Calista an unintended opportunity.

When her bloodied hand made contact with his wound, Kurt reacted as if shocked by electricity. His instinctive tightening grip caused her to cry out in pain from the unexpected force.

Kurt held a dismissive view of women, seeing them merely as objects to satisfy his desires, never considering them as equals or partners. To him, Calista was just a scarred monster, not worthy of any empathy or respect.