Oliver's POV
I know it was out of my anger with the black king that I didn't hesitate to help my friend, Declan. I kicked the king hard on his sides while Zandro attacked him, and I could hear the roars of his men as they continued to cheer for their king, and I knew it was the end of the three of us. The King stumbled, and he lost his grip on Declan's neck, but he recovered right away.
"Wow, Prize, Zandro, do you think you can beat me? In front of my followers? Do you know I can kill the three of you with just one snap with my fingers?" He asked, and I could see his red eyes were blazing with anger and with one swift motion, he shifted into his magnificent werewolf form.
And he attacked us one by one, and I could hear the tearing of flesh as he bit Declan while I tried my best to circumvent all his blows, and it was so painful to watch my friends under the wickedness of the black wolf.
