STRANGER’S POV
He was fighting with the enemy pack, He ripped them right apart and flung a wolf’s head away. They tore his back with their claws, but he was stronger.
By the time he was done, he had killed all forty of the enemy pack. But he was badly injured. He knew he was dying and then he felt his body weaken and he turned to his human form. He could not heal himself like he could usually do because his cuts were too deep.
He limped, still dazed and already feeling dizzy. He held his stomach where the blood was seeping through like a river. He limped and struggled to keep walking. He was a Lycan Alpha, he had to fight. He had fought so many battles before and he had won. Most of all, he had to revenge his enemies. All those who had betrayed him needed to die. He needed to kill them
