CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY - EIGHT - AN ALPHA FIGHTS WITH VALOR.

These weren't just mere warriors or werewolves. They were unique. They were trained assassins, wolves whose allegiance had been sworn to someone with blood. And that someone had sent them for him. Mateo squared his shoulders, his resolve hardening like steel. His human skills would not be enough to survive this battle, and transforming into his wolf form was suicide with the assassins surrounding him. But he was an alpha, a creature of power and cunning. He would not go down without a fight. His eyes began to glow, their color shifting from human to the blazing yellow of his wolf. Claws erupted from his fingers, the tips razor-sharp and deadly. His teeth lengthened, his jaw distending, a low growl vibrating from his chest. Mateo’s transformation was met with the hisses and snarls of the assassins, their circle tightening as they prepared to strike. But Mateo didn’t wait for their move. With a roar that reverberated through the night, he launched himself towards the assassin