Second book
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Marcos Rivera is the Alpha of the New Moon Pack. When his former pack was almost wiped out by a surprised rogue attack orchestrated by his uncle, he decided to move with his Beta Javier Vega and what was left o...
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AN: I said in the previous chapter that this would be the last, but I already wrote this update, so here it is. I hope you guys like it. 🫣😁 Sorry about any mistakes
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When the last of Kyro's life drained away, as Onix stood over his enemy's lifeless body, the battlefield fell silent, the only sound of the heavy breathing of the victorious pack.
Onix's eyes blazed with relief and sorrow as he looked down at the remains of his enemy.
"It's over," he growled, his voice filled with finality.
Onix threw his head back and let out a victorious howl, his muscles tensing with the effort of each of the pack members and allies to hear. Onix's howl was followed by the rest of the wolves' victory howls.
The pack warriors and allies gathered around Onix, their expressions a mix of awe and respect.
They had witnessed the Alpha's true strength, and they knew that they would follow him to the ends of the earth.
Together, they would rebuild, honoring the memory of those who had fallen and forging a new future guided by the strength of their unity and the power of the moon and sun.
But they didn't realize that even with Luis and Kyro's death, the war wasn't over yet.
They suddenly heard a loud growl. When they look back, they saw one rogue, a hulking brute with matted fur and a scarred face, lunged at Phoenix.
The rogue eyes were bright red and filled with bloodlust. His eyes burned with hatred, and his lips curled into a snarl.
The rogue's claws raked across Phoenix's side, leaving deep, bloody gashes.
Phoenix, who was already weak, let out a whimper as his body hit the ground.
The pack barely had time to catch their breath when a new threat emerged. From the shadows, a group of rogues appeared, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light.
These rogues were different, their movements more erratic and their strength seemingly enhanced.
The pack's warriors exchanged worried glances, realizing that this new enemy was unlike any they had faced before.
Onix's fur bristled as he faced the new threat. His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a snarl.
The chemically induced rogues charged with a ferocity that was almost inhuman.
Their faces twisted in rage, their bodies moving with a frenzied energy.
Onix's muscles tensed as he prepared to defend his pack. His eyes blazed with determination as he lunged at the nearest rogue, his claws slashing through flesh with deadly precision.
