Death Wolf
Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them.
They moved too fast—mere blurs in the chaos—only visible when their bodies slammed into the earth, shaking the very foundations of the world.
Until both were drenched in blood.
Pinned beneath him, Heratte lay in a pool of her own darkness, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The Death Wolf loomed over her, his teeth bared, his growl reverberating through the battlefield.
“You… you killed my Selene.” His voice was raw, guttural, trembling with unfiltered rage. “I will fucking end you.”
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