Gary kept swinging, the rhythm of battle pounding in his veins. More Werewolves rushed him, but he shifted his approach, no longer relying on the hammerâs flashy skills. Instead, he focused on precision, aiming to strike the same spot twice.
Even when reinforced by Ylvaâs special, unnaturally strong nails, no Werewolf could withstand that kind of targeted force for long. One of the hammerâs greatest advantages was its hidden marking effect, an invisible brand left on the spot where Gary had struck before. His enemies couldnât see it, couldnât brace themselves, and had no idea a devastating follow-up blow was coming.
He pivoted sharply, swinging the hammer sideways into a Werewolfâs ribs, the exact place heâd hit earlier. The weapon lit up with a surge of power, and the sickening crunch of breaking bone rang out. The massive beastâs body was lifted clean off its feet, hurled into the distance like a rag doll.
Garyâs eyes flicked up toward the restaurant. Mounted on the outside wall was a clock, something they had deliberately placed there for a reason. Every glance at it was a reminder of how much longer they had to hold out.
Two and a half hours until the full moon... he thought, his chest rising and falling as he took in the wider battlefield. Everyoneâs fought so hard. We can do this... we really can do this.
His gaze shifted to Adam Law, who stood like an unmovable pillar amid the chaos. Without even transforming, Adam was holding his ground against Ylva and cutting down any Werewolves that came within reach. Gary knew without a shred of doubt, he couldnât beat Adam in his human state, let alone his transformed one. That alone spoke volumes about the manâs strength.
If things keep going like this... and with all the help weâve got now... maybe we wonât even need to last the full two and a half hours.
The strongest fighters in the White Rose were here, actively fighting on their side. Whoever had called them, whoever had convinced them to come, it had turned the tide.
Gary didnât know the full extent of the allies now fighting alongside the Howlers, but deep down, only one name came to mind. Only one person could persuade others to stand with them when every reason pointed against it.
Youâre always helping the Howlers in one way or another, Gary thought with a faint smile. I hope the full moon is treating you well.
Meanwhile, Ylva was in a bind. She had ordered other Werewolves to target Adam, but in truth, she was simply buying herself breathing room. Every movement she made now was about avoiding his attacks, creating just enough distance to keep herself out of danger.
Quickly, she drove her sharpened nails into two nearby Werewolves. Their bodies swelled grotesquely, muscle mass expanding until each of them was fifty percent larger than before. With a snarl, the two titan-sized beasts lunged forward at Adam, their claws ripping through the ground beneath them.
But Ylva knew the truth. They might slow him down. They might even land a hit or two. But in the end, they would fall, just like the rest. All she was buying was time.
Iâm starting to wonder... even with all of this going on, if Lupus turned into his true Alpha form, he should still be able to overpower this White Rose thug. So whatâs holding him up? Ylvaâs thoughts churned with unease. Is there someone strong enough to keep him at bay right now? And if there is... could Lupus really take on two of them at once?
What she didnât realize was that Lupus and she wouldnât be facing two. Theyâd be facing much more. In the chaos of this battle, three figures stood out as the most dangerous left on the field, Kai in his current True Alpha form, Adam Law, and Don Tinge. Each one alone was enough to tip the balance. Together, they could push Lupus to his limits and beyond.
If Ylva knew the truth, she might have already ordered a retreat. But her focus was locked on the here and now, and right now, only Adam Law was in her immediate path.
How did it come to this? she raged internally. Our pack has been building its strength for years. Weâve grown in size, trained relentlessly, and we have the full backing of the Dark Guildâs equipment. And yet... Iâm actually worried about whatâs going to happen to us tonight? That doesnât make sense. Itâs impossible!
But the truth began to gnaw at her. No... itâs not the Howlersâ pack itself thatâs stronger than us. It was never the pack.
The realization hit her harder than any physical blow. The reason they were struggling wasnât just because of Gary or his Werewolves, it was because of the sheer number of allies who had come to stand with them. Every corner of the battlefield was filled with fighters who werenât Howlers by name but fought as fiercely as if they were.
The Lupus group had always done everything alone, seeking to prove themselves through strength and independence. Gary had never done that, not once. He hadnât tried to fight the world by himself. Instead, he had built bonds. And tonight, those bonds were tearing Lupusâs plans apart.
We have to live to fight another day... we have to... we have to...
But the words caught in Ylvaâs throat. Wasnât this the perfect chance? The night of a full moon, the Howlers within reach, their strongest members exposed in one place, if they didnât crush them now, when would they?
Before she could decide, a sudden thud echoed behind her. A heavy weight pressed into the ground, making the earth tremble. Ylvaâs head snapped around, eyes narrowing, only to see a massive Werewolf, its fur seeming to glow under the silver light of the moon.
âYouâre not getting away!â Marieâs voice rang out, fierce and unyielding, as yet more support arrived on the battlefield.
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