As if responding to the words of the two Alpha students, several student and club leaders in charge of maintaining order began casting wary glances this way.
Nicholas was already uncontrollably enraged. His eyes turned blood-red, and a terrifying growl emerged from his throat; his palms twisted, sharp claws extended from his fingers, his body hair stood on end, and his muscles bulged, making his school robe stretch tight, looking completely different from his usual skinny form.
His thoughts were shattered, his mind a blank slate, filled with nothing but rage at this moment. According to the common definition among wizards, the werewolf had lost control.
One step, two steps.
He panted heavily, growling threateningly as he dragged his heavy steps closer to the two vampires.