Chapter 23 Fight With The Devil

Richard
As the moonlight illuminated my fur, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The scent of fear wafted in the air as I prepared to face Chales, determined to defend my pack with every ounce of strength within me. My pack relied on me to protect them, and I couldn't let them down. With each passing second, my muscles tightened, ready to spring into action. The howls of my comrades echoed in the distance, fueling my determination to emerge victorious against Chales' relentless aggression.
"So, here you are; I was kind of waiting for you." Chales' voice cut through the tension, his words dripping with arrogance. His smug expression only fueled my determination further as I locked eyes with him, refusing to show any signs of weakness. I took a deep breath, steadying myself for the battle that lay ahead. "So what are you waiting for?" Charles continues holding a dagger in his hand, his eyes gleaming with malice. I watched him closely, but he paid no attention to me and held the sharp edge of a balde slicing on his skin, drawing a thin line of blood. His sadistic smile widened as he reveled in the pain, taunting me to make my move. The sight only fueled my anger, pushing me to unleash the full force of my abilities against him.