Alpha Marcel
I fought back on instinct, kicking, twisting, but another shape lunged…
It never reached me.
The night suddenly turned into something that I could have never imagined.
Marcel moved like something unleashed.
I saw flashes through the pain, bodies crashing into trees, bones breaking, snarls cut off abruptly. He didn’t fight like a man protecting territory. He fought like a weapon fulfilling its purpose, every strike final, every movement devastating.
For me.
By the time the last body hit the ground, the forest had gone deathly quiet.
I tried to push myself up, wanting to run. My strength failed me, not allowing me to take one step forward.
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