His Silent Rage

Elijah delivered a pernicious punch at the wolf that sent the animal flying in the opposite direction. A loud thud was heard before the wolf bleated into unconsciousness. The rage burgeoning in his heart shone coldly in his narrowed eyes. The other wolf came forward to tackle the seething man but only met the same fate as the wolf before him. A wave of dread spread among the other trainees. His ominous gaze swept across the crowd of trainees, sending a chill down their quivering spines. A heap of unconscious wolves lays at one of the corners of the training ground whereas he stood in the center, covered in blood and it was not his.

None had ever seen Elijah this scary. He was not satisfied yet, he wanted more pain, more blood, more screams. It was apparent that the man-beast was not going to be tackled by just one wolf, so a group of werewolves attacked him but only to get thrown like a rug in all directions. The fallen Prince was unstoppable today.

After the training, Elijah took a b