AT THE SAME TIME
WANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW:
And with that, we moved into the heart of the forest, hunting the rogue alpha with everything we had. The battle had become more than just about eliminating enemies, it had become a fight for survival, a test of how far we could push ourselves when everything we knew was thrown into chaos. As we moved through the trees, the rogue alpha's growl echoed closer, each step making my heart race faster. The sound of its heavy breathing filled the air. But it wasn't just a battle of strength now. It was a race against time. We had no idea how many werewolves were still out there, and without the System's updates, every second counted.
Then, through the darkness, the rogue alpha finally emerged. It was massive twice the size of any regular werewolf, its eyes glowing a sickly yellow. The fur on its back bristled, and its claws scraped the ground with an ominous screech.