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the situation with the Soulless is worse than I thought. As I cross the northern border to the Blood Moon Pack territory once again for the night, the signs of struggle slowly

el woozy. I can't help but use my black scarf to cover up my mouth and nose to rid of

as not to get sick off the scent of the Soulless, and continue to keep an eye out for them. If I'm lucky, the Alpha of the Blood Moo

welve Soulless fighting in a small clearing, with their snarls and growls creating a chaotic symphony in the night. Black

the sickening crack of its spine breaking under my feet as its emancipated body crumbles under me. Some of the wolves get distracted by the sound and four pair

fighting amongst each other are actually eleven Soulless fighting against one wolf. The wolf comes to a stop when his body hits the trunk of a sturdy oak tree, falling to the ground with a loud thud. I find it hard to take my eyes off his fur, mesmerized by how beautiful

deep inside me. I hated knowing that I'm still trapped with this pain

n, my body twisting in the air and landing on my feet just in front of the injured wolf. For once, I am glad about the strict training I was forced to do by the Head Tracker of

s eyes bore into my body. A loud snarl escapes his muzzle, and I could

im. My eyes meet his ice-blue stare as hesitation to back down fills his eyes. We s

that seem to be regrouping before us. They were closer to death than I thought they

uding the three I missed and wait for him to finish before speaking. "Twenty-nine?" I question, making sure that the number is correct. The wolf nods in response. Seeing his face twitch

hrowing knives and eye the Soulless. They had formed a semicircle around the two of us, their filthy b

his side and sent him flying into his companion beside him. I make quick work of slicing their throats once they ar

ho focus their strength on attacking me. One has a limp but seems to be an ex-Theta-a wolf who used to be third-in-command of the pack-, maybe an ex-Beta. He would be the ha

a howl of pain is released from the Soulless, and he tumbles to the ground. His partner-a female-lets out a snarl filled with so much hate that I wince as my ears ring from the close proximity. She swip

me before I aim and also slice into his jugular. I prefer to give them

I grab a handful of dirt from the ground before throwing it into their eyes, blinding them. The Trackers veer off their track of attacking me and crash into the trees. I hear the sounds of brittle bones being crushed, their skulls shattering on impact from