Chapter 71 : Rescued

THEO. Black matted fur. Broken, almost serrated nails. Teeth that are way too big, way too many, to fit inside that frothing mouth. And red eyes…. These aren’t ordinary Werewolves. I don’t even know if I could call them that. They look like caricatures of what Humans think all Werewolves are, monstrous and bloodthirsty. They’re lunging at everyone they could see, growling and scratching and attempting to bite. The people on the jury are strong, and it shows because they manage to run away before the bite hits. But some of them are not so lucky. They get bitten right on the spot, left to bleed out. The Alpha Supreme is caught in the middle of it all, staring at the carnage around him. He takes his sons by their arms and drags them away from there, sliding into the nearest exit and closing the door behind him. What a selfish man. He really left his people fighting for their lives out here. Granted, they’re not losing, but some of them are wounded and scratched and injured. But ther