Chapter 53

Alessio

The sheer power flowing in my veins and permeating in my muscles is . . . astounding. I have become a pure monster that is unlike all the other monsters in my own pack. I am stronger, much more massive, and definitely more lethal than all of them combined.

I would have been impressed, I would admit that. Witnessing someone turn into what I am right now would have garnered my respect before. But not now.

As I stand there in the middle of the mountain, towering over the trees and almost reaching into the sky, I feel like an anomaly more than ever.

This is not normal, even by the standards of Werewolves.

And it seems that Nero and the others know that very well, because they keep screaming for my death, firing volley after volley of arrows at me.

There’s a very clear thought inside my head telling me to just step on them, kick them all down the mountain. That would be the easiest thing to do given what’s happening to me. Right now, I’m invincible, and there is nothing they can do