Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 40- The Mad Wolf

"HEY, HEY, HEY!!" The man said with a loud voice as he stepped out of the burning forest, a smile displayed on his face from one ear to the other as he continued to walk towards us, He was alone yet I could sense no fear or caution from him but when I saw his face I immediately knew why. Everyone knew the story of Chris Even, a high rank who could only partially transform, even though he was a member of Howlcreek he had defected to Silver Hollow when the war that killed the former Alpha started, but unlike others who defected his only reason was.

’He could be the cause of many more deaths on the other side’, His actions after that statement sealed his fate, having the most werewolf kills in history, he took upon the name, The Mad Wolf.

Faded blue eyes, a pointed nose that had a scar at its base that extended to the left side of his face, and dark curly hair on his slim oval face, he was tall and slender, his steps were careful but quick, and his body looked like it was built for a killer, with long arms that could swing and cut at any enemies throat he became a profound werewolf killing machine, so much so that he was recruited as a honorary member of I.O.W.A, on call for whenever they needed him to take care of a wolf who has become a threat to the peace provided by the treaty.

"Mad Wolf," I growled but I was the only one who stood strong as the other wolves stepped back cautious of the man who had just appeared.

"Awwwwwwn!, you remember me, Mr. Julian, it’s an honor to meet you again," He said joyfully, his crisp voice sending chills down to the base of my spine as I remembered the last encounter I had with this man, he walked forward.

"Take another step and it’ll be the last one you take." I threatened, my eyes glowed fiercely as Goliath growled from inside me.

"No, you don’t wanna transform."

"Is that your way of begging for your life?" I asked with a confident grin, he chuckled as he heard my words.

"It’s my way of pleading for yours." He said then paused and pointed at me "Cause if you bring him out I won’t be able to stop myself from killing you." He said calmly, it wasn’t a threat, it wasn’t a warning, it was simply a statement, I felt my knees weaken but I remained calm as I kept my eyes focused on him.

"You’re all talk," I said with a fake smile on my face, he bent his head and stared directly at me.

"Really?" He asked mockingly "Then why aren’t you transforming?" He asked, his voice void of any emotion.

’Fuck.’ I cursed under my breath.

"Your men don’t have to die, they can all walk away from this, all you need to do is fight me as you are." he proposed, I smiled.

"So you can stab me?" I asked.

"No." He answered then proceeded to take off his clothes till all that were left were his briefs "I’ll fight you as I am.", I looked behind me, all the wolves had taken several steps back, they were scared and I couldn’t blame them, this man was deserving of that fear.

"Fine." I finally said.

"Good." He said with a grin and immediately pushed himself off the ground and lounged at me, I crossed my arms over my chest to block his fist and felt the power behind it.

"Fuck!" I cursed loudly as I was thrown back by the impact of his attack. An average low-rank werewolf had the strength of two human males while an average high-rank would have the strength of about five human males, neither of us was average, and if I were to estimate the amount of power he had I’d put it around eight to ten men, while I could have rivaled that in my prime I wasn’t so sure I still could. I stood strong, planting my feet on the floor as he rushed at me, he threw his fist to the side of my face and as I raised my arms to block his leg slammed into my stomach and sent me flying to the side, I rolled on the floor but quickly stood to my feet as he slowly walked towards.

"Come on!" I urged, a metallic taste filling my mouth as I spoke.

"With pleasure" he hissed and dashed forward, his speed was irregular but I could get used to it, I dodged and skipped as he attacked with an endless barrage of punches until I finally got used to his speed, as he threw out his fist, I bent my body and slammed into him, he stumbled back but remained grounded but I didn’t let him completely settle as my fist connected to his jaw and sent him staggering backward.

"Hey, hey, hey, The elderly got moved." He teased as he stepped forward, one left, one right, blocking the first one the second one hit across my face shifting me back but I remained grounded as I struck his face and then threw a fist into his stomach, he didn’t block as he completely took the full brunt of my attack, I wondered why but immediately I understood, he held unto my wrist as he hit me with a punch so heavy I would have fallen to the floor if not that he had been holding unto me, he released me and with his legs pushed me back.

"Come on." He urged I wiped the blood that had fallen down my nose and went back at him but suddenly it felt like he was on a completely different level, effortlessly he dodged my attacks and for every five blows I missed he landed one perfectly till eventually, I mustered up every bit of strength I had and threw my fist at his face, he didn’t move but as my fist connected to his face there was no sign of the impact.

"What?" I exclaimed with wide eyes as I wondered why it felt like I had just punched a wall, he looked at me and with a blank expression said.

"Ohk, I’m bored."