Chapter one hundred and eighty

Zach’s POV

My wolf’s eyes glowed with a red glow, a flame of strength.

He regarded me with concern, his voice speaking deep within my soul. "Do not give up," he urged, his words echoing through me. “As a werewolf, we are born warriors, fighters. We do not yield to defeat."

I struggled to find the words, my voice hoarse and weak. "But I have been defeated," I whispered, the weight of my failure heavy upon my shoulders. "I am broken, beaten. He has magical strength which is unheard of and to top it off he also has magic. Only the moon goddess knows what he has hidden within his body that gives him such power.

“I gave him everything I had. My punches shattered the walls and the entire training halls. That should have knocked him out unconscious but he was standing long enough to stab me with wolfsbane. How am I going to beat my own weakness and his magic when I am limited."

My wolf shook his head, his fur glistening under the dim light. "Defeat is not the end," he replied, his voice st