Chapter one hundred & one

With a burst of energy, Sargus charged through the brush, his powerful legs propelling him forward with incredible speed. He could hear the police officers hot on his heels, their angry shouts ringing out through the woods.

As he reached the clearing where Alpha Fred's Packhouse was located, Sargus let out a loud howl, calling for help from his fellow werewolves. He could hear the sounds of his packmates responding, their own howls echoing through the forest.

With a fierce determination, Sargus charged towards the police officers, his claws and teeth bared. He could feel the power of the wolf coursing through his veins, giving him the strength and speed he needed to take on the armed officers.

The police officers were taken aback by Sargus's sudden attack, but they quickly regrouped, their guns trained on the charging werewolf.

They fired round after round, but Sargus was too fast, too agile. He dodged and weaved through the bullets, closing in on his targets with deadly precision.

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