Red Moon
replied the wolf.
"I don't know..." Harry murmured aloud.
Connor had heard his Alpha's words and was now frowning.
"You don't know what anymore, Harry?"
However, the Red Moon Alpha had no time to reply. The nauseating smell of decay, characteristic of lone wolves, invaded the space. It was a mixture of decomposing matter and burnt flesh. These packless wolves were outcasts and abhorred the order and hierarchical authority of packs.
The rogue had just been dragged to the center of the arena and was staring condescendingly at Harry. His skin was smeared with a mixture of sweat, blood, and dirt. His hair was black and greasy. In places, scars showed on his skull, evidence of his past battles.
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