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"You’re going to let these cowards kill the only thing that can save us?" "He is a Chimera," one of the pack leaders snarled, his wolf form pacing nervously. "He smells like death, Richard! He smells like the end of the forest! We won't die for a monster!" Richard didn't answer. He walked toward the gate, his boots crunching loudly on the frozen earth. He reached the threshold, stopped, and slowly crouched. He extended his right hand, his fingers elongating into razor-sharp, obsidian-black claws. With a slow, deliberate motion, he dragged his nails across the dirt, carving a deep, jagged trench that circled the entire cabin.

They would be nothing but rags once the fight was over. When the fast transformation was over, two wolves stood in the ring. Chloe was a sleek, sandy-brown wolf with long, thin legs and a narrow snout while Darren was a massive, dark grey wolf with a thick neck, broad chest, and heavy paws that dug deep into the dirt.

My fingertip unconsciously rests on the pendant on my neck, on top of the Shadow insignia. On the opposite side, the first Challenger shows himself. My eyes take in the silhouette of a wolf, his fur the color of stained rust. His eyes are almost dripping with bloodlust as he looks at the Alpha. His fangs bare, as he lets loose a terrible howl that splits the wintry air. He lunges.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Tatawa na sana ako ng makita ko ang matayog na building ng mga Hawkson. Biglang nag-iba ang paligid para sa akin. Tumatambol ang puso ko sa magkahalong excitement at kabang nararamdaman ko sa loob. Tuluyang nawalan ako ng hininga habang nakatingin sa estatwa ng gintong agila sa harap ng building nila. It spreads its golden wings while looking down like mocking the weak and acting like the predator that it is.

Their scents guided my every move, the King’s in particular. From a distance, my heart nearly stopped as I spotted it. A Chimera. Its lion’s head, goat’s body, and snake’s tail sent a wave of dread through me. A deadly one. It was about to feast on Beta Jerome as I watched his strength weaken with every passing second. Kicking the horse to make it go faster, I don’t know what came over me, but I felt like I could take it down. Slashing at its tail first with a small dagger in my possession, I noticed it roaring, spitting fire as I ducked down, avoiding it. I jumped from the horse and ran toward it head-on, retrieving Beta Jerome’s sword.

“To keep your existence hidden from everyone, especially the sylphs.” The commander lifted his hand. Without flinching, he gripped his middle claw and yanked it clean off. Blood jetted, hissing as it hit the heated air around his salamander form. Haemos ignored it, holding the torn claw up between them. “More salamanders died,” he went on, “because you robbed us of the chance to rebuild our numbers. To even a fighting chance against the sylphs.” Gildeon’s dragon sight sharpened of its own will. Beneath the crusted blood, a faint sigil glowed along the length of the claw. It revealed a weapon mark so dense it made his teeth ache.

A dark pulse vibrated through me—an unknown power that both alarmed and intoxicated, thrumming beneath my skin like black lightning. My wolf felt weaker, her once-soothing presence nearly absent, as this new entity surged forward with wild intensity. A sickening rage coiled in my gut, urging me to embrace its darkness. I pushed it back, struggling with each heartbeat to maintain control. Chains clinked as I moved, the metal cuffs heavy on my wrists, tethering me to this bleak reality. The Elder staggered before me, a stuttering mess of dread. "You—you’re d-dead..."

Everyone knew that was going to be trapped in the Chimera’s claws, yet he somehow managed to dodge on speed alone. “Kill this b*stard, kill him!” Ethan ordered, ignoring the present Supreme and Spiritime fighters. “Die!” the apprentice roared, activating his powers once more. His clothes emitted a ripping noise before a set of dirt-yellow armor appeared on him. On it was thousands of shiny scales, each as sharp as a freshly sharpened sword. With another roar from Zephyrs opponent, the Chimera appeared once more, preparing to attack.