Chapter 446: Fearmonger

Baron Baron’s body felt heavy, and it was the worst time to feel that way. He was in the middle of battle, having shifted into his wolf form. Blood was dripping down from the sides of his claws, his face, and his teeth; blood was everywhere. It was painful, but he didn’t exactly know how to process it. He just knew that blood was on his body, and he was desperate to find a shower to clean himself. Instead, he found himself in a sea of wildlings in front of him, the ones he needed to defeat. It was almost as though they were spawning from somewhere, he thought. Despite how much they had gotten through the throngs, they simply could not get closer to their alpha, the big one. He had given it a name, but the name had escaped him. He could see it, however; he could smell it. He could sense that strange word magic going straight toward the creature. He knew he was close to it, so he kept wiping his clothes over and over again, yelling for cover. Gabriel stepped between him and another