Chapter 59: Who won? Faris Or Ranon?

The battle continued for a few hours into the afternoon. But it was won easily with no casualties and few injuries. While the pack slaughtered tons of them, the rest fled back to their dwellings, unable to break past the defences of Siroos's warriors. 

They pulled slightly back to avoid a stampede while collecting their wounded warriors. Wolves let out a victory howl, seeing the retreating Anmiks. The elephant shifter raised its trunk and made a trumpet while the roars of other shifters soon piped in. 

"Seventeen, my friend, sweet seventeen kills," Faris triumphantly announced, placing his elbow on Ranon's back and waving his axe, which was dripping with the yellowish-orange blood of the Anmiks. 

Ranon, who was still in his panther form, suddenly transformed and stood up straight. A smirk he carried. Reaching out he ruffled Faris's hair, messing them up further. 

He chuckled while winking.

"Nineteen, little one."