Escape!

WHOOSH!

In a single bound, he shattered rocks where William had been standing. But William was faster. With effortless grace, he descended into the canyon below, his movements light as a feather, as if gravity barely touched him.

Karon landed heavily, his face dark and furious. "Chase him!" he barked.

The werewolves needed no further orders. They poured into the canyon after William.

Despite the werewolves' raw power, they weren't all built the same. The Wolf Path, the branch of supernatural evolution Karon embodied, prioritized speed. Magic wolves, like William, shared some of that speed advantage but lacked the same overwhelming strength.

The werewolves were hunters born and bred, their focus on raw physical dominance. William knew that in terms of pure power, he couldn't go toe-to-toe with them. Against Karon, every clash had put him on the defensive. He had no way to confront the werewolf head-on.