The Missing Groom

Blood and screams of dying werewolves echoed around the battlefield. Everyone is desperate to emerge as victors against each other.

The ground turned into a bed covered with red, stinky fluid. It seemed like a beautiful, and breathtaking masterpiece of an artist.

Klaud, the powerful alpha started to lose his strength. He fought against hundreds of enemies by himself. He almost killed half of their numbers, but he had to finish his mission, alive and well.

"You're a worthless leader! How could live in luxury while we are living in vain?"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

All of them wanted to kill the alpha. They were embraced with disdain as if they couldn't accept Klaud as their leader anymore.

With all courage and confidence, the enemies attacked the alpha and transformed into their beast forms. They only had one target, but they couldn't defeat him at a single blow.

Klaud looked intently into the enemies. He remained focused as he didn't want to be stabbed from behind.

"Come!"

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