RYKER
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Sharp screams filled the air as a section pack near the outskirts was left in disarray.
Houses were torn apart, and the residents divided into shreds like they wwre a piece of paper— all because of a beast-like figure roaming through the town.
Its bright yellow eyes glowed, striking the people down with terror while its legs caused the ground to tremble as it moved.
The people fled for their lives that they couldn't afford to look back, even for a second to save anyone who was left behind.
“Get up, get up, and run straight to the main pack house. You hear me? Go and don't look!” Wesley instructed a few pack members, a few miles away from the beast, who seemed to hunt with impatience.
Some of the members, as they ran, wondered why Wesley wasn't engaging the beast, crying
