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“Holy shit, that’s a wolf!” Pedro exclaimed.

“What the fuck?” Romano yelled.

“He turned into a fucking wolf, man...” the other men halted in their tracks.

Ghost slowly landed on his paws, he looked down at his powerful hands and long sharp claws gripping the earth, he sniffed the air, loving how sharpened his senses were, the strength that coursed through him. He turned around and snarled at the men.

Ryder had stopped running and began to run back to catch up with him.

Pedro looked at them, “What the fuck, are you looking at? Kill the freak!” he yelled.

As the men began firing at him again, he felt that animalistic tendency, rage like he had never known it before, it was like shock waves of electricity coursing through him, his eyes snapped at them, and the bluish-grey eyes of the wolf turned Amber. It was like staring into a ball of fire.

“His eyes!” one of the men cried out.

“Kill it!” Pedro barked, his eyes were wide with fear. Ghost leaped into the air, the bullets narrowly swishe