The air around the battlefield seemed to hum with tension as Scott faced off against the twin alphas. Their fur bristled in the moonlight, and their eyes gleamed with predatory determination. To anyone else, the twins were identical—a matched pair in both skill and appearance, moving in perfect unison like a singular, formidable force. They were known for their ruthless efficiency in battle, feared across packs for their strength and synchrony.
Scott, however, stood alone, his human form almost unnervingly calm in contrast. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and a faint, almost careless smile played on his lips. He rolled his shoulders as if loosening up before a workout, his eyes never leaving the twins.
For a moment, there was stillness. The surrounding forest, scarred from the pr
