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And in Cyrus's untamed technique he continued to lap up the zeta's blood and even now that the whole pack summoned their strength into anger, they glided into the speed at once.
But without the zeta wolf, the formation of the werewolves was lacking, their attacks were feeble, and their emotions only clouded their judgement. Only for this, they could not crack the right battle strategy to attack the beast.
Even at this moment, this event did not mean Cyrus left the zeta alone. He was still stinking his blood while the betas climbed up upon him and stung their claws and fangs into his skin.
In the same manner, the gammas also did the same as the betas and clambered upon Cyrus. But if the omegas were in this strength, it was a lie. Their anxiety crippled their aggression, and they only stayed and managed their frightened heads.
