CHAPTER 193: THE DARK DEATH

Dark Seer stood atop the crumbling remnants of the old clock tower, his dark robes fluttering in the harsh wind. Below him, the battlefield stretched out like a tapestry. The moon's whole light cast its light over the chaos, illuminating the brutal conflict between the Shadow Wolves and Drakon's pack. The air was mixed with the scent of blood and sweat. Growls and snarls mixed with the cries of pain and rage as the wolves clashed, their claws rending flesh, their teeth sinking into fur and bone. With their dark, shimmering coats and spikes in their eyes, the Shadow Wolves moved with terrifying speed and ferocity. Only the brave or foolish dared to get close enough to pull the lethal spikes from their eyes, the sole way to kill them. "Help! Someone help!" A young wolf, barely out of his adolescence, cried out as a Shadow Wolf pinned him to the ground, its claws digging into his chest. "Hold on, Liam!" another pack member shouted, rushing to his aid. He managed to yank the spike from