Ray locked eyes with the Alpha Lycan, studying every shift in its posture. A steady seriousness settled over him as he gripped the battered axe. The blade was already showing signs of wear, and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
“I doubt this axe can handle the strength of a Level 15 monster,” he thought. Even the weaker Lycans had pushed the weapon to its limits. Something stronger might break it completely.
While Ray weighed his options, the Alpha examined him with its own mixture of caution and hatred. It could smell the blood on Ray’s clothes, the blood of its pack. To the Alpha, this human was not prey. He was a rival, a threat, and most importantly, a source of potential strength. Devouring him would grant power, and the System’s voice whispered the same promise into i
