Chapter 155: The Night of Celebration: The Branched River

The werewolves, their eyes gleaming with hunger, moved in a coordinated dance of savagery. Gabriel, his senses heightened in his werewolf form, braced himself for the impending clash.

With a sudden burst of speed, the lead werewolf lunged at Gabriel, fangs bared.

Acting on instinct, Gabriel sidestepped the attack, his agile movements allowing him to evade the snapping jaws.

In response, his uninjured arm swung like a battering ram, connecting with the werewolf's abdomen.

The impact sent shockwaves through the creature's body, and it crashed to the ground, momentarily stunned. Yet, there was no respite as the rest of the pack closed in, their eyes narrowing with a collective hunger for retribution.

Gabriel's movements were a blend of grace and ferocity. His agile dodges and powerful strikes created a symphony of combat amidst the chaos.