The Rogue's Revenge
The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man.
“You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf.
He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.
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