As Atticus' katana drove forward in an absolute thrust, the alpha's dark crimson gaze snapped wide open. Its shock was palpable.
One moment Atticus had been standing at the far side of the battlefield, and the next he had already cut through the vast swath of the beasts' combined might, closing the distance in an instant.
But the shock only lingered briefly. The alpha's gaze tightened, a flare of rage rising within it. A mere insect had dared…
A thick, dense crimson will erupted from him, accompanied by an overwhelming bloodlust that eclipsed that of the entire horde.
Atticus felt the pressure crash into his mind, forcing its way through. Crimson and purple flickered within his gaze, holding it at bay.
The alpha's eyes narrowed further. It hadn't expected Atticus to resist it so easily. A snarl tore from it as will gathered and compressed before its head, forming a dense shield.
Its crimson fangs lengthened, and claws slid out from its fingers.
