Chapter Forty-Five

Amante POV

Werewolves against humans.

This would be my second chance to witness the destructive clash between our races. But this time, the outcome would be different.

I’ll make sure of that! I am not the weak child anymore who cowered in a safe dwelling while his family and friends were being murdered mercilessly.

My years of pent-up anger and thirst for revenge had me ignited the power in me. Amaltheo’s roused as well. We are together at this crucial time.

I can feel the exceptional strength embodied in my entire existence. I am in for a killing spree tonight.

The hellacious-red silhouette of the night comes from the glimmering Trifecta moon above, a distant witness of the theater of death on the battlefield burnished with entrails, and the bitter, mordant smell of corpses emanated from it.

The sodden earth became oily with ichor as a swarm of our opponents pummeled by a horde of beasts. Serried ra