Kane
The black rogue's supernatural healing had slowed, but it wasn't defeated. Not yet.
I knew this was my moment. Jake's magical dampeners had weakened its abilities. Marcus's ancient chants had disrupted its unnatural power. Now, it was time to end this.
My wolf surged forward. No more hesitation. No more testing.
Pure attack.
My first strike landed with devastating precision. Claws raked across its side, tearing through fur and flesh. Black blood erupted—thick, almost tar-like.
The rogue tried to counter. But its movements were slower now. Weaker.
"Not so powerful now," I growled.
It wasn't just a physical fight anymore. This was about survival. About protecting my pack. About returning to Luna.
Another strike. My teeth found its shoulder. I twisted, feeling muscle tear beneat
