CHAPTER 196: THE CLASH

Drakon stood firm in the clearing, his muscles tense, eyes locked onto the looming figure of Lartrax. The moonlight filtered through the trees. The air was filled with tension, and the growls and snarls of the other werewolves faded into the background as the two alphas squared off. Lartrax, the Shadow Wolf, was a monstrous sight. His fur was a deep, unnatural black, and the spike in his eyes glowed a menacing red. He towered over Drakon, muscles rippling beneath his dark pelt. The air around him seemed to shimmer with dark energy, and his presence exuded a sense of dread that was frightening even to the bravest of hearts. Drakon clenched his claws, his eyes never leaving Lartrax. "This ends tonight," he growled, his voice steady despite his turmoil. Lartrax's lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Indeed, it does," he hissed. "But not in the way you think." With a roar, Lartrax lunged forward, his claws slashing through the air. Drakon met him hea