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Chapter 27

Night

When we burst through the tunnel, my men and I following closely behind Troy, I wasn’t expecting to find myself in a ravine. But the locale of the showdown didn’t matter to me. All I cared about was sinking my teeth into Troy’s throat and squeezing until he stopped breathing.

Moments after we entered the ravine, we encountered waves of young wolves, ferals eager to tear us apart. Thanks to the Garou Pack’s ingenuity, our claws and fur were dipped in a paralytic that would subdue the ferals seconds after entering their bodies. It wouldn’t hurt them. The trick was to scratch them without seriously injuring them or getting our fur into their mouths.

It went against our very nature to purposefully let an enemy get close to us like that, but it was made even more fucking difficult by the fact that Troy kept flitting around the battlefield like a deranged mouse. The ferals and his men surrounded him, keeping him from the fray while he danced around us, his laughter echoing