ARES' POV

I tore the head clean off another beast, black blood splattering my fur like ink spilled on parchment. The stench was unbearable—rotting flesh, dark magic, and something else. Something fouler. Whoever made these abominations had to be a sick, twisted bastard. Their creation wasn’t just flawed—it was insulting. These things were no match for an ordinary Alpha, let alone me.

But the question that haunted me more than their creation was how they got in.

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