Night of the wolves - magic steal

"You...!"

Cranberry growled grabbing the head of the werewolf that was riping her stomach apart and dug her fingers deep into the eye socket of the monster.

Even so, her furious shout wasn't directed to the beast trying to rip her apart, but to the werewolf that protected her father by killing his comrade.

"Don't you dare touch my big brother, traitors!"

Sapotle roared, his eyes glowed, his fur bristled and he seemed to grow twice as large as he was before, undoubtedly because of a skill that he was holding back on before.

The terrible growl shook the earth and caused every werewolf, no matter frenzied or not, to turn to him and charge.

Even the one that was biting on to Cranberry, let go of the girl as if completely forgetting what he was doing even though his eye got gouged out, and rushed at Sapotle.

"That's right you fools! Come at me!"