The supreme dao

arth as he sensed the approaching danger, his instincts sharpening. Bethany, her sharp gaze scanning the treeline, stayed close to his side, her presence a constant comfo

ck came

with lightning, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. Behind him, his mages unleashed hell on the pack, spells lighting up the night in flashes

as immediate

k fought back, their claws slashing, their teeth sinking into flesh. But the Legions were prepared. Their weapons, forged with silver and magic, cu

apart. But there were too many. The Legions were swarming them, pressing in on all sides. Beside h

He snarled, locking eyes with Levent, who hovered above the battlefield, his body wrapped in te

toward him, the lighting spell was shaped like a bolt and it seemed Levent himself had been biding for

ny jumped

as the energy tore through her. She hit the ground, a choked cry escaping her lips as she writhed in agony. Her fur smoked, the scent o

s he stumbled toward her, cradling her broken body in his massive arms. Her breath cam

pered, her voice barely a b

ur and claws. Garrick gripped her hand tightly, his own hands

es glazed over as her last breath slipped away. The mate he had fou

and primal it sent chills down the spines of those who heard it. With his wife's blood still fresh on his hands,

force. His body jerked violently as the electricity coursed through him, the smell of burnt fur and flesh filling th

o stand, to fight, but his legs gave way beneath him. Blood poured from his mouth as he coughed, his body convulsing i

k with cold contempt. "You fought well,"

arrick's body seized. The electricity scorched through his veins, and his heart stopped. G

le fading into the night as the Legions move

Pack had bee

a cruel and heartbreaking end. And in the distance, far from the c

of the gore awaiting them back at the pack. Their laughter echoed thr

pack were absent. Aric's cheerful steps slowed, a growing sense of unease creepi

s together. They rounded the last bend, and the scene before