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Last night, I was as cranky as an old lady who lives with at least ten cats. My wolf laughs, finding my words funny. The dragon may be right, I do have a sense of humor. I wonder if my fighting against two berserkers has anything to do with me feeling a bit…off. Berserkers, or werebears, are known for their strength. What if I hit my head so hard during the fight it threw me off my balance? ‘But the witch gave us a healing potion,’ my wolf reminds me. It did heal my body, but maybe not my mind. ‘What if magic was used in the fight? That would explain why my skills with a sword are so rusty.’

Morgan Senior? "It's no wonder that Eric turned out to be such a selfish person as well. He got it from you!" Brian chuckled coldly and waved his hand in the air. At once, a team of men in black appeared and surrounded the crowd.

He looked like a god of war—or a monster. He didn't look at me. He didn't seem to see me. He turned his attention to the last two bionic wolves, his chest heaving, a low, guttural vibration rattling his ribs. He was in the "Berserk" state—the point of no return for an Alpha who had lost too much. "Dominic, stop!" I cried out, forcing myself to stand. "It’s me! It’s Elena!"

“Go back to your bay, Ahmad. I’m busy.” “I bet you are,” Ahmad said, his voice dripping with filth. He turned his grin toward me. “He’s an animal when he gets focused, isn’t he? I’ve seen him tear an entire engine block apart just because one bolt was missing. I bet he didn’t give you a second to breathe.” I didn’t flinch. I actually leaned into the discomfort, my gaze flicking to the dark bruises on my own collarbone before meeting Ahmad’s eyes. “He’s very… thorough. I appreciate a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty to get the job done.”

Tristan pov The moment I gave the order, something shifted in the air—like the earth itself knew what I’d done. The berserkers weren’t soldiers. They weren’t even wolves in the way we understood them. They were bred in the darkest corners of our world, broken, reforged, trained only for destruction, for the kill. Caged beneath this fortress for years because even I hadn’t trusted what would happen if they were let loose. But now? Now I didn’t need control.

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”