Chapter 68 - Blood Contract

Gaeren lunged forward, tossing a wide right hook only to have his attack blocked before a foot caught him in the gut. Skidding back across the hard ground he spat out a mouthful of bile. "Damn, what a waste of good food! I guess there is no reason to play around!" Across Gaeren's body, his flesh ripped apart letting dark black fur push through as his entire form swelled up. In but a few heart beats the slightly shorter man was now a towering eight foot tall bipedal wolf still wearing a buckskin loincloth. Across his long snout, his upper lip curled up showing ivory white teeth as his golden eyes burned with an intensity that could be felt. "Try and give me a good fight!" His deep rumbling voice still carried the tone of laughter and his fluffy wolf tail wagged as he threw himself at the Twilight King.