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Look here," Chris pointed, pulling another ad, his voice a mix of fear and urgency, his finger tracing the screen. "This person is talking about how to use the spell they call 'the destroyer' more effectively. They say it can take out whole lines of advancing wolves." All the kids shuddered visibly, their fear a palpable presence in the room. The pack was watching Roel's wound heal with trepidation, their concern evident. They had never seen anything like what happened to him. The wolves never healed that slowly, his injury a stark reminder of the danger they faced.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

Surprisingly, the two guards are nowhere to be seen, allowing us to pass through easily. As we enter through the door, our attention is immediately drawn to three wolves lying on the ground. EYOLF questions the presence of the two individuals beside the wolves, suspecting that they may be involved. Upon closer inspection, I realize that the two individuals are indeed POXWER and FAXNERY. It's disappointing to see them get caught by a vampire. Not far from them, I spot Warg and Lyca, who has taken on the appearance of a male. They are engaged in a fierce battle against the vampires. Without hesitation, we rush past them to lend our assistance.

Five shimmering, human-shaped silhouettes of moving dust materialized in the center of the bay. Leo pushed himself up from the slush, wiping a streak of blood from his lip. He pointed his good hand at the nearest silhouette. "There! Kill them!" Three massive, half-starved wolves launched themselves from behind the fuel pumps, hurtling straight toward the shifting clouds of dust. The lead Weaver raised his cryogenic rifle, but a deformed rogue slammed into his midsection. Claws scraped violently against carbon-fiber plating. The Weaver stumbled backward, his camouflage shorting out in a spray of blue sparks. His silver mask flashed into view an instant before a second wolf crushed his knee jo

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

Arlo let out a whooping howl and Grayson, a tall stalky man with a sleeveless fur vest and a scar over his left eye nodded solemnly. "Head on out," Tor said gesturing with his chin to the woods. Arlo slapped Grayson on the shoulder before taking a bounding leap into the air and shifting into a red-furred wolf with the agility and smoothness of a bird of prey, then galloped away from the group. Grayson followed suit, and I watched in awe as he shifted into a gray wolf and disappeared into the trees. "They are so fast," I said quietly with admiration. Tor nodded. "They will be able to give us plenty of headway on any sightings of the burners."

The Direwolf tosses him aside like a ragdoll, turning its burning gaze on the remaining rogues. The second rogue releases Araya and shifts into his wolf form, a mangy brown creature barely half the size of the Direwolf. He snarls, trying to look threatening. The Direwolf doesn't hesitate. It lunges forward, catching the brown wolf mid-leap. Its claws tear through fur and flesh like paper, ripping the rogue apart in seconds. Blood and viscera splatter across the ground. The smell of death fills the air, thick and metallic. The third rogue releases Araya and runs.

But she knew that he was trouble. Acwulf stepped into the open with his dark cloak blending with the thick woods behind him and his face a mask of cruel satisfaction. His eyes, black as pitch, fixed on her with a predatory intensity. Behind him, his men slowly emerge. They surrounded her, closing in, cutting off any escape. Wren’s throat tightened. Acwulf looked like he was no ordinary wolf. She could feel his strength, his ruthlessness, and his bad intentions. And now, he was inches away from her, looking like he wanted to eat her alive.

But I had to pretend that my throat itches! After the refreshing reunion, the werewolves behave whilst some in the wolf form howl when the two awaited Alphas arrived. Matheo has a white cloak on his right shoulder and Elibur has a black and grey cloak on both shoulders. Not a single guest inside this hall spoke when Matheo began the proclamation: