Nikjin lifted his head and laughed wickedly. "Shed my dark magic, you say? That is wishful thinking, Vak. I am the dark magic."
Vak snorted derisively. "Look at what you have turned yourself into because of your thirst for power. Our parents would be greatly disappointed if they could see you now."
"In that case, kindly convey my heartfelt apologies to them when you see them tonight. I hope you have made your peace with the world, Vak because I am about to make you an ancestor."
With eyes glinting victoriously, Nikjin prepared to sink his fangs into his brother's neck and drink his blood, and finally become the Prime Alpha of all werewolves. His teeth were a hair's breadth from Vak's hide when someone rammed into him, knocking him off balance.
He had been so fixated on killin
