Third Person POV A blade buried itself deep into his side, and his body stiffened. A growl tore through his throat as his body shook—feral, painful, and aggressive—the kind that numbed your scalp.His body trembled, showing signs of weakening. His purple eyes faded back to their original human color. Another wolf seized the chance, driving claws into his back. The black wolf staggered, blood darkening his fur, the silver burning through him like poison.At this point, he was their prey, not the other way around. But the man wasn’t called the greatest for no reason.Even on the verge of collapse, struck from all sides and weakened so badly with blood forming a lake beneath him, he still fought back, and fiercly at that, like nothing could stop him, or his bloodlust. His movements were sharper and bruter like he wanted to end them all, and every time he moved, he struck a person. He snapped jaws, ripped through flesh, dug into eyes—but his strength was waning. No matter how strong he
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