Chapter 30

TRISTAN’S POV

I stood at the forefront of my gang, my eyes fixed on the rival gang before us. The air was electric with tension, our growls and snarls filling the night air. This wasn't just any rival gang - they were sent by the scientist who had been breathing down my neck, demanding more drugs and faster and it happened to be my ex best friend . But I wouldn't be intimidated. I had built my reputation on fear and respect, and I wouldn't let anyone take that away from me.

As we faced off, our hands transformed into claws, our bodies tensing with anticipation. No weapons were needed; our strength and ferocity were enough. The rival gang's leader, the burly werewolf of a friend I had once trusted sneered at me. But I could smell his fear, and it only fueled my anger.

The fight erupted, our claws clashing, our growls echoing through the streets. I took down the first few with swift precision, but the rest put up a fierce resistance. They were well-trained, well-fed, and fueled by the s