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Chapter 4 Massacre

Word Count: 1089    |    Released on: 15/07/2025

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eir wolves. The previous night had ended in bitter defeat. This time, they were prepared. Bryan Robinson, the Primordial Alpha, was weakened. R

Shadow Moon, lifted his head, n

d. His twenty werewo

le alliance bound by vengeance. Duke followed

ith barely a sound. He stepped forward, the shadows pulling back to reveal a handsome young man in a black turtl

Robi

mordial

ssed. His smile was neither friendly nor

intent radiated from the pac

smile deepened and the

sible. Crushing. Wolves staggered, gasping. Legs trembled. Even

rsational. "But the VIPs aren't here yet, are they?" H

glowing crimson li

Crack

erupted from his fingers like obsidian blades. Fur spread across his skin in

ations. Some bore glowing red or yellow eyes, others blue. Claws le

east!" Vict

upted as dozens of

til the very first w

he

blink. A whi

pray of blood arced through the air. Hi

deways and tear his throat out mid-air, his claw

and plunged his hand through a w

onds. Fou

s. Seven wolves attacked from diff

n gr

e wolf lost a leg. Another his jaw. A third was split from

muttered to himself, "This isn

his fists. His p

ge, Lucian used their backs as springboards, launching high. His claws gleam

was inch

napped up and caught hi

rom five wounds where Bryan's c

how-?" Luc

into him. "Your ma

it like a parasite clinging to the wind. Bryan had locked onto the Alphas the moment he arrived: Lucian,

radiated hatred.

ing Lucian effortlessly. "Ta

ring like garbage. Lucian hit the

ves froze. Even t

ge boil

d William

k. C

heir second-stag

surged across his form as he became a hulking beast like a bear standi

ns. The Black Hound's transformation was sleeker, more predator

s twitched.

aking the ground. His claws slammed

nds. The ground beneath his fe

the side, claws aim

a pivot, vaulting over and slashing Williams across the c

and with a savage snap, dislocated

Bryan kneed him in the gut, sending hi

in, trying

st

fought like something ancient, mercil

n spun and took his

-Bryan grabbed his muzzle

w the blow. His head wa

littered with broken bodi

is breath curling in th

watched. Her eye

tried to strike. Her gaze held no ma

. "Not blind to the

from the final clash of Victor's retreati

ame si

f dared app

, unmarked, his crimson

e

of en

e left

mordial

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