Easily standing seven feet tall, the blood moon werewolf was grinding its large fangs in excitement. The red teeth were easily dyde by the blood of multiple monsters and beasts. No one doubted that. But the blood red claws seemed to just naturally be that way. The same with the vibrant red fur that covered its body.
"That is one of the more powerful monsters. We need to take it down before it decides to do more damage than we can handle." Clark knew that an intelligent monster like this would have more risks associated with fighting it than what the other monsters did. But he couldn't rely on everyone fighting together against it.
There were so many of the werewolf minions around. They were prowling through the shadows staying away from the torches, but as the solidres flooded in, battles had already begun.
