Chapter 150 - Loss is painful

August and the werewolf dashed at each other, their slow steps revealed their hesitation to slay the other On the battlefield, they were the only dancers left and they performed wonderfully. Their craft was beautiful to watch as both parties evaded any attack that was directed at them. Every strike was met with an appropriate counter, and every count was countered by a subsequent strike. August swiped his weapon at the wolf but it expertly dodged and swiped its paws at him. August would then jump back and avoid the claws. He would then flip in the air and connect a kick to the creature's jaw which would reciprocate by connecting a punch to his tummy. Soon, they were out of breath; each of them had been fighting for a long time. Their eyes found each other, their hearts were heavy with loss. The robed man had lost all of his comrades whom he served the alphas with. August had lost Sarah, whom he respected and admired. He would miss her cooking and the talks they had which extended lat