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[POV: Viggo] Most people thought Berserkers were just a house burning down. They saw the foaming mouth, the capillary-burst eyes, the hammer swinging without thought. They didn't see the forge. They didn't understand that to hold that much fire inside your skin without turning to ash required a discipline harder than Barzil’s iron. My blood ran hot—literally. A fever heat that lived permanently under my skin, itching to be let out. It crawled along my nerve endings, a constant, low-voltage hum that demanded violence to quiet down.

“This isn’t a simple Berserk Potion! It activates the latent power in you. It is a Potential Awakening Potion!” And then his mind went blank. *Boom*

Moreover, she harbored a desire for vengeance against the young woman recently proclaimed as the new Luna. “Amanda, are you ready?” Asked one of the berserkers, with the syringe in his hand. “Yes, tell your team to attack the Betas, but you will come with me, Max, I need someone to hold the bitch for me.” The Berserker, named Max nodded at Amanda and shot himself with the enhanced drug, he hates the drug, but he never had a chance to get a good life besides to become an enhanced drug army in the hands of the Blackstone family. His blue eyes stared at the cabin, muttering to himself, “Why do I always end up at the end of the stick.” He shifted and felt the drugs already working.

I single-handedly ruined his name, his legacy, and his entire company without a second thought. He glared at me with eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to tear me apart. But I met his gaze unflinchingly. And then, the judge's gavel struck. And the look on Stuart's face finally changed.

“Don’t let me catch you here again or anywhere near my team. Got it? General Abtez.” He glared at me, his eyes flickering ice blue again. I did not need him to go into a rage in my camp. I met his gaze and refused to back down. Berserkers respected strength and power, so I refused to show weakness to them.

My girls wore gloves and held first aid boxes, they were treating the injured people. “Iris!” We hugged in silence. “You need to be at the battle field now, Luna. Only you can stop him, he is going berserk.” Ivan said. “What?” “Bullshit! She isn't leaving my sight! Did you see him?” Eloise exclaimed, Rhea and Sam covered me protectively. Did he just say berserk? Oh shit! I already knew what it meant, Carrie explained. I released myself from their grip, and ran as fast as I could towards the battlefield. I remembered the location as Beom had taken me once as a council member.

A group of people appeared before the Webers—the berserkers who had been empowered through the Nine Dragon Spirits’ energy. The berserkers roared wildly and charged at the Webers. However, Frosch and his allies did not falter even in the face of such ferocity. In fact, they held the upper hand due to their greater strength. "Charge!" Frosch shouted. Wielding his sword, he effortlessly cut down every enemy in his path. After dealing with the last berserker, Frosch breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly returned home with his troops and approached Adrian.

Then, with eyes as cold as ice, Loro rushed toward Ambrose with a fierce punch and said, "If you can take this punch without your Tyrant Hammer, I'll acknowledge you as our captain!" All the men were stunned by the fact that Loro would make such a sudden move against Ambrose. Everyone knew that he was powerful; he was only second to Hidden Dragon, a level five Martial Emperor. On the other hand, Ambrose was still young. Although valiant, his strength relied primarily on Tyrant Hammer. Without it, he would not stand a chance against Loro. "Brother, watch out!" Eira gasped. Heather was also tense.

And I knew he would never forgive me for this. Does he love me? “You’ll probably catch a cold if you stay here a few more minutes,” a voice said from behind me. I glanced at Mathew over my shoulder and smiled when I saw a fluffy coat in his hands. He walked up to me and handed me the coat. “Thanks,” I said and put it on. “Have you heard anything from Luther or Cassius?” His eyes fell to sadness as he shook his head. “Boss may have gone to one of his underground fighting clubs. Because when he is sad or angry he goes there for a good fight.”

Unknown to many Jeremy's desire for blood and battle was an addiction he sometimes fought back, the taste of blood, the cut of flesh, the screams of agony, and the risk of death were as addictive as sex to the Lycan. Jeremy was born into the berserk pack of Lycans known as the most unstable and violent kind of Lycans in existence, however, unlike most of his kind, Jeremy was called a genius for his rare ability to suppress his battle desires. With a smirk and wink to Matilda, he spoke "I accept, you sick twisted fuck," "Fuck he's going berserk," Liam spoke nervously chewing on his fingers "What do you mean berserk?, wait...does Jeremy belong to the berserker class?" She asked frantically, sh