The ground cracked, lightning tore the skies, thunder roared and the wind howled in the wake of the battle at the Origin.
Trees shattered as two figures slammed through them like they were made of cardboard. Sometimes Katie was the one thrown through the trees while other times, the Rogue King was the one shooting through them.
The concept of what was possible was starting to crumble as the two wolves unleashed their full potential.
It didn't matter who had the upper hand at this point. The force of their blows was turning the world into a living nightmare. Storm clouds flashed with lightning as the Lycaon King got ready to join the battle.
He urged everyone to leave the Origin staying out of the battle solely to make sure everyone had left.
Werewolves carried the wounded on their backs while able hunters stayed behind to cover their retreat—not like there was much they could do. Getting caught up in this battle now meant one thing: Death.
