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195- death

Michael Gotham

Adrenaline shot through my body like liquid dynamite and I knew deep inside me part of it had to be the curse working.

It felt like a rift was opening in my head as my wolf shifted into place, my muscles bulging until there were plate-sized grooves in my shoulders and biceps before I charged at the flood of beasts, taking out a decent chunk of them by swinging my long sharp claws in a messy arc.

“Who dares to invade Gotham?” I roared at the beast’s approaching and the frail line of guards between us with their shields up.

Fuck, with most of our firepower soldiers injured I knew the string of guards would be no match for the colossal beasts that were pounding their way towards us with thick white drool dragging at the corners of their mouths.

“Markov! Eyes on the gates! We need to stop that thing from getting any closer!” I thundered at the gaunt wolf who flashed his fangs in understanding, knocking down more the the beasts when they got too close.

I flew at the beast a
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