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To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

he asked rhetorically. "Whatever you think you are. No matter how this ends, it will affect you. How many times will you keep faking your death? Wise up and let us put an end to this" Alpha Jones lectured him. "David, who is this man?" the Daredevil asked. "Alpha Nemesis, you must have heard about him" David hummed. "Of course, you are the killer of tyrants. But now that you see your match, you come running to me" he mocked Alpha Jones.

Because of this, he met the same fate as Alpha Trent. I reach the next pack, the Shadow Blade Pack. There are lit torches everywhere. I see a lot of pack members are enslaved and malnourished. They are all forced to create daggers and swords. The smoke from their forging ruins their lungs as they cough while working. I confront Alpha Harrid about his pack, and he welcomes me with a sword. He tries to kill me but fails. After a few seconds, his body lays lifeless on the ground. I free his pack members ordering them to stop working and rest. While in Alpha Harrid’s office, I find a dagger with a moon design on its handle and take it as a souvenir. I tell the Shadow blade pack that they will ne

The humanoid wolf in the middle kept blubbering, sounding so boastful. I glared at them deeper as I hissed. Fenris was looking much more eager. I could even hear his blood boiling so hard. Fenris howled. "What do you want from us?!" He also spoke through mind-link. The humanoid wolf on the left side chuckled like a playful yet annoying child. "You know what we want. "We will never surrender to your greedy master, you asshole!" Fenris fired back while he was scratching his pointed claws on the ground with his sharp teeth showing. He seemed to be controlling his temper still while beta Jacob hissed.

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

They fell silent at our approach, their eyes darting between Devin and me with barely concealed suspicion. "Ailith," one of them, a broad-shouldered man with a scar running down his cheek, addressed me with forced politeness. "How are you finding Winterspire?" I straightened my spine, summoning every ounce of confidence I could muster. "It's beautiful," I replied, meeting his gaze steadily. "I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn about your ways." The man—Fenris, if I remembered correctly—nodded curtly. "Yes, well. We have our traditions here. Traditions that have kept us safe for generations." His eyes narrowed slightly. "I trust you'll respect them."

"Fenris is arrogant, but he is not stupid. He will feel the power draining from the borders soon." "Let him come," I said, watching the silver moon vanish behind thick, unnatural clouds. "He wanted a mate with no power. Now he has exactly what he asked for." We reached the Blackwood Ravine, a place forbidden to the Pack. This was where the "Broken" were sent—Betas whose wolves were too violent, too strange, or too silent for the Alpha’s liking. Two figures emerged from the mist. The first was Kaelen. He was lean, with eyes the color of toxic moss. Once the Pack’s most brilliant healer, he had been exiled after refusing to let Fenris slaughter a rival pack's pups. In his hands, he held a staf

I collapsed to my knees, my armor smoking, my lungs burning as I fought to draw in the hyper-oxygenated air of the Core. ​I looked up, and there he was. ​Fenris hadn't been deleted by the white-out. He had "Downloaded" himself into the Reactor's primary terminal. He stood at the center of the walkway, his body no longer grey or black, but a terrifying, translucent sapphire. He was the System Administrator now.

Quinn stood up to welcome him. “Oh, Rowan. Welcome. Didn’t realize you are back.” Rowan kissed her in reply. “Fenris, why does it look like you have something up your sleeve? I thought I could trust you.” “I don’t understand.” “You seem desperate.” “Shouldn’t I?” Fenris was seething his anger. “No use getting angry. Get out of here as fast as you can.” Ash, his inner werewolf warned. “Are you that afraid of a fight?”

The time for words had been slaughtered by the sound of the enemy’s war horns. At the base of the cliffs, the Silver Fang advance guard came to a halt. In the center of the silver-clad ranks sat a man on a massive, prehistoric-looking white wolf. He was a mountain of muscle and scars. A jagged mark ran from his temple to his jaw, pulling his lip into a mocking sneer. This was Alpha Fenris, the butcher of the North.