As the full moon approached, Dezhong couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through his veins. The training with Kenny had been rigorous, yet rewarding, for he had made significant progress in enhancing his speed, agility, and combat skills, allowing him to react quickly. However, Kenny's advice about controlling his emotions in battle had left a lingering thought in Dezhong's mind.
He sat in his room, with the moon's glow casting an eerie light through his bedroom window. The tattoo on his chest, resembling a wolf's head, seemed to pulse in tandem with his heartbeat. It was a reminder of his destiny, of the power and responsibility that came with being a werewolf, soon to be the Shadow King.
