CHAPTER 192: RESURGENCE OF EVIL

Drakon's heart dropped as he picked up the sound of the battle ensuing farther in front. "We need to hurry," he stated with a distinct note of urgency, quickening his pace. "Remember, no shifting tonight," he instructed, and he needn't say more because they already understood the reason. The shadow wolves could only be killed if the silver poles in their eyes were pulled out, which was why Drakon ensured everyone wore a thick glove to minimize the burns. As he and his pack burst into the city, the people erupted in cheers of hope. Their screams motivate his determination to destroy the shadow wolves forever. He led the charge with a harsh battle cry, his sword flashing in the encroaching moonlight. "For the city!" He yelled, his voice as clear as a glacier stream. "For our homes!" he shouted again. His pack's answering screams reverberate through his chest—their collective voices carrying above the sharp sounds of steel on steel. The first clash was fierce, the aggressive snarls a