Fenrir~
Paws scrape through the human marbles as I halt. Humans with swords and spears block my way, about to hunt me down. Low Deltas and Omegas allow their humans to stand in the way of an Alpha.
They must face my wrath.
I lurch and roooaaarrr! …snapping and slashing them. Plunging into the next, I bite his neck, tearing it apart. With my paw, I trample on him, crushing his bones.
“Don’t stop him! Get out of the way!” the human Beta orders from behind.
Snarling, I take a glance at him, drool dropping from my curled lips.
“Fenrir, Vlad wouldn't want you to harm the warriors,” he says from a distance.
I growl, turning around and darting out of the packhouse. Mate! She seeks me. Her spot is ready to have me and has always been ready. But my weak human keeps depriving us of what bel
