The three female werewolves had clearly lost control over their bodies.
Their hair was completely disheveled, hanging wildly around their faces as they thrashed and growled. Their pupils had turned pitch black, swallowing every trace of color in their eyes. Black veins spread across their faces and necks like dark cracks on shattered glass, pulsing beneath their pale skin.
Their complexion was deathly white, resembling that of a corpse. Long, razor-sharp nails had grown from their fingertips, looking more like claws than human nails. A single scratch from them would be enough to leave a deep wound on the skin.
The soldiers immediately shifted into their wolf forms and rushed forward to restrain the three females. However, for some reason, the werewolves had become unbelievably strong.
