Chapter 87 The Hunt
For Zion, even if he couldn’t immediately identify who was trying to infiltrate his territory, it didn’t really matter. The repeated rogue attacks—where wave after wave of warriors were sent only to be slaughtered—meant that the enemy had already sacrificed too much to walk away now.
They were fully committed, and that left them with only two possible outcomes: be annihilated by Zion once he uncovered their identity, or crumble from within as their forces were gradually depleted, leaving them as nothing more than a fragile house of cards.
And if, in a desperate attempt to escape destruction, they chose to go down in flames and leak the secret to every faction across the land, that too would be a foolish move. Not only would they incur Zion’s wrath, but they’d also risk enraging the monarch of this domain. Doing so would guarantee their total eradication.
With a wicked grin, Zion locked eyes with the brown wolf. The change in Zion’s aura was immediate—charged, lethal, and brimming with aggression. He was in full offensive mode now, no longer holding back, and the brown wolf felt it. Its fur bristled instinctively, lips curling to bare its fangs as it shifted into a defensive stance.
Zion gave one last smirk before shifting into his wolf form. Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward. He no longer cared about capturing any of the attackers—there was no point if they were all going to die anyway. Besides, he suspected the rogues had no real idea what they were involved in, likely used as pawns in a larger scheme.
So he would end it.
Unleashing his full power, Zion’s speed and strength became a blur of savage precision. Before the others could even react, he crashed into one of the werewolves with his massive frame, sending it flying through the air until it slammed into a tree with a sickening thud.
A sharp whine escaped the wolf Zion had sent flying, followed by a sickening crack—its spine likely shattered. The others could only watch as the fallen wolf’s breaths grew weaker, shallower... until they finally ceased altogether.
Without waiting another moment, the remaining werewolves lunged at Zion all at once. But killing him wasn’t going to be easy.