I didn’t get the chance to shift. Because death came first. A shadow tore through the trees, a blur of darkness moving faster than thought, faster than fear itself. The rogues barely had time to react. One moment, they were leering, salivating, circling me like scavengers— The next, their bodies were flying. Ripped apart. Slaughtered. I couldn’t even track his movements. He was lightning, striking without warning, without mercy. Teeth sank into flesh, bones cracked, blood splattered. My white fur turned crimson, warm and wet, soaked in the remnants of his violence. A sickening crunch. A howl cut short. Then—silence. I gasped, my breath ragged, my body trembling. The scent of death curled thick in the air. And above me, standing tall,his massive black frame blocking out the moon— Was him. The black wolf. Power coiled through every muscle, a force too deadly to be restrained. His paws crushed the earth beneath them, his jet black fur glistening with the
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