[ALPHA DOMINIC’s Point of View]
As much as I tried to conserve my strength, the poison in my wound depleted my power after a nonstop fight I was having with this giant, scar-faced werewolf in front of me.
[You are not going anywhere. You will die here, Alpha of the Silver Crescent!] He snarled at me.
Despite my fatal injuries from his minions, the bear-like beasts, and the silver bear trap, I still managed to stand and fight the bastard.
He dealt a deep gash on his back, a new, ugly wound across his face that I made sure would scar him for life. He was limping after I broke his left rib and his right hind leg. But this one was tougher than I had imagined. If he were an ordinary Gamma, he would have already died from the wound on his back. But I could tell he wasn’t just an ordinary wolf. Something was wrong with him—enhanced or drugged? I wasn’t sure, but he was definitely not a normal wolf.