As the ferocious trio of werewolves roared and launched themselves towards Asher and Ceti, Asher's cold, confident voice rang out, "Ceti, you handle the other two. Leave Serkan to me."
Ceti spun to look at him, her eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. Serkan was not just the strongest among the three - he was the embodiment of the deadly ferocity and poison of the Rustblood Clan. A single swipe from his claws was enough to kill someone of Asher's level.
"I am counting on you!" Asher's firm voice brought her back to reality. He was already rushing towards Serkan, a cold blazing glint in his eyes.
Chains of dark shadows erupted from Ceti's hands, weaving a deadly web through the air as she had no choice but to deal with this as he wanted.
