Chapter 93
Kellan
Two things go through my head.
Kill.
Get to my mate.
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Tristan
What the fuck is that?
I'm not the only one literally shaking in my boots. Every wolf around me has frozen, staring wide-eyed as the Prime shifts into the form none of us are ever supposed to see.
The Gremlock true form.
I've read about it.
Only heirs can access those archives, and Kellan is too lazy to read them himself, so he made me do it. I thought they exaggerated.
But the wolf in front of me,towering, monstrous, black as the night sky—is bigger than any creature I've ever imagined. Clearly not an exaggeration.
He's the size of a house.
No...bigger.
And the vampires?
They scatter like ants.
His first step alone crushes half a dozen into paste.
The second sends a shockwave through the dirt so violent it knocks several wolves off their feet.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE—GO!" I roar, snapping the others out of their stupor.
We surge forward, finally remembering we have our own jobs—
