Kapitel 267: 265. Battle 13: Azrail 3

The night was eerily silent even the chirping insects had all gone silent as if they were able to sense the murderous intent of the curse lycan. On the cold forest floor was the rogue alpha, Alpha Norman, struggling to hide his pain even though it was overwhelming. Trying hard to avoid taking deep breaths but failed because he could feel the air leave him quickly.

"Of all the preparations you spoke of, Norman, is this the best that you can do?" Darren taunted as he walked over to stand in front of him once more and Normal bared his fangs in agitation. "You look like a little pup, all bark and no bite," he bent and held his chin, and stared deep into the eyes of Norman. "I thought I would see a fighting spirit in there but you have already given up," He squeezed his chin until there was a crack followed by another and blood became the final result. "Stand up and fight," Darren ordered and let go harshly.