Rita knew fully well why Asher would win the fight. Not only did he have peak combat and sensory prowess among the werewolves, but he also had something else, something different.
“Ancient Werewolf Art…”
“Domination!”
“Awooooo!!!!!” Asher howled.
Immediately, every single Hunter trembled in his presence, unable to do much else. Their bodies didn’t listen to them as they froze before him.
They had looks of horror and unspeakable despair as they watched Asher grin widely at them. Some peed their pants as a result of the fear that overwhelmed them
"N-No… Please… Oh, God…. No!!!!"
Asher made short work of them, tearing them limb from limb. Their bones crunched, their necks snapped, their flesh tore, their blood poured, raining down on Asher's savage form. His eminence ov
