[ALPHA LORENZO’S POINT OF VIEW] As much as I tried to conserve my strength, the poison in my wound kept draining me after a nonstop fight against the massive scar-faced werewolf in front of me. My body was already breaking down, but I refused to fall. “You are not going anywhere. You will die here, Alpha of Luna d’Argento!” he snarled, circling me like a beast that had already tasted victory. Despite the deep wounds from his men, the bear-like creatures, and that silver trap that had nearly torn me apart, I still forced myself to stand. I still forced myself to fight. I had carved him badly in return. A deep gash ran across his back, another ugly mark stretched across his face that would never heal cleanly. He was limping now, his left rib shattered, his right leg barely holding him up. Yet he was still standing. Still laughing. Still refusing to die. He was not normal. No ordinary warrior would survive wounds like this. Something about him was wrong, enhanced or drugged, or som
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