In Bed With My Possessive Alpha King (+18)
The wolves roared one by one, they charged once more, claws collided, fangs tore flesh and the battlefield erupted again.
Nearby, the Alphas were engaged in brutal combat against stronger Umbreals; special Umbreals, creatures capable of using magic.
These monsters had once been magic users but now they had become corrupted beings, they wielded spells without reason and without mercy.
Only destruction remained.
Alpha Caelan Blackthorn fought one of them, every time he tore its body apart; the flesh regenerated. And every time he crushed its bones; they reformed. The creature simply refused to die.