New Alpha
Vincent's words reverberated through Lowell's mind like an echo of the past. The very same phrase had been spoken by someone he had once held in high regard, someone he had admired.
Memories surged within his mind as he recalled the figure he had once revered—the epitome of power in his eyes. It was none other than Fenrir, the Moonlight Overlord, whose name echoed through the corridors of his memory.
"I'll give you one final opportunity: surrender now," a handsome man with intense black eyes and black hair chuckled, his voice laced with amusement and superiority.
Gasping for breath, Lowell found himself sprawled on the ground, his body weakened and battered. He panted heavily, a mix of exhaustion and humiliation flooding his senses. Even in his formidable werewolf form, he was no match for the sheer power and presence of the man who stood before him.