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It’s time to turn around. I felt a breeze to the right side of me. I quickly moved left and turned toward my opponent at the same time. A huge club-like object slammed into the ground right where I had been sitting only moments before. I didn’t flinch when I stared at the large black eyes that were focused on me. I had never encountered an ogre before. I had however learned of how aggressive they were. They killed for food and right now it thinks I am its prey. Snot dripped from its wide nose, and saliva drained down its chin. Its skin reminded me of green olives. This thing was big. When I stand in Lycan form, I am around nine or ten feet tall. This thing was easily twelve to fourteen feet

"No Malcolm that's a very quick and smart move. He is aiming for the neck." Malcolm looked puzzled while Rudra gave a smug smile. The ogres have few weak points in their bodies. Their eyes, the middle of the foreheads, and their necks. While hitting in the eyes, foreheads would injure them and make them slow. A clean kill required decapitating the ogre.

“It might be a trap, but we have to go. We’re strong enough to overpower whoever is in possession of it.” “Okay, boss. If you say so.” “Gather the troops,” the feminine voice said. “The prey has come to us at its own convenience.” The air grew thick as orders rippled through their ranks, the ground trembling slightly under the weight of the troops being assembled. From the darkened forest beyond, hulking figures began to stir, the unmistakable shape of ogres emerging from the shadows. They were massive, towering creatures with thick, grayish skin that appeared as tough as stone. Their bodies were heavily muscled, their arms as thick as tree trunks and their legs like pillars of raw strength.

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The young man's eyes had widened at the sight of the grinning giant with the split face. "I-I don't know what you talking about…" He had stammered, eyes not able to leave the sight of the monster before him. Christopher knew that his eyes had gone cold at that moment when his smile disappeared. "Well sell it somewhere else, asshole. And give me your name. NOW!"

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

The flames flickered against his reflection in the glass, painting him in ghostly orange. "Fueron mis mejores ¿no?" he asked, voice low but steely. (Translation: They were my best, weren’t they?) "Sí, jefe. Entrenado, leal. Operarios de grado de sombra". The underboss hesitated feeling scared for their life now because he has started to act like a psychopath. (Translation: Yes, boss. Trained, loyal. Shadow-grade operatives.) "Y ahora no son más que huesos y sangre en el pavimento americano." he growled, spinning around so fast the wine glass on the desk tipped.

I screamed in the night, the pain stinging deep. As I kept running, U saw it. An old, moss-covered stone marker. Words were carved into it, words we were taught to fear from childhood. ROGUE TERRITORY - ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Behind me, the howls were getting closer and closer. I could hear the crunch of leaves under heavy they're heavy paws as they matched on it. I looked at the marker. Going forward was a death sentence. Rogues were savage, wild things. They killed pack wolves on sight.

However, the act, knowing someone stayed by me while I was unconscious makes me feel comforted for some reason. “Your first battle is today,” King Sven says quietly, back still turned to me. “The outcome is unpredictable. But the person you've been matched up with is an Ogre from the Kingdom of Orcs. If there's one thing about Ogres, it's the fact that they're less intelligent than any other beings, vulnerable to light, but they wield some of the strongest magic. However, they have a weakness.” There's a pause as King Sven turns the door knob, opening the door. I remain seated while I wonder why he's trying to help me. He doesn't think I'd still give him a child if I survive, does he?

Angelique Opie, the tag said. “After a bizarre series of events at the Basement Bar, details remain sketchy,” Angelique intoned. “Early reports suggest a wild dog attack. I’m here with an eyewitness who saw what happened. Sir, can you tell us what you saw?” Cut to a bloke who looked like he’d crawled out of a secondhand bin—unkempt parka, sagging beanie, mismatched suit pants. He sniffled, blinking slowly. “Yeah, man! It was freaky! There were, like, all these big dogs just runnin’ outta the bar and—”