His voice came out cold. "You may have forgotten that you were once human," he said, every word sharp and deliberate. "But don't forget this. I am also human."
The Werewolf Lord snarled, taking a step back unconsciously. Azzy's aura pressed down on him like gravity itself.
"I won't let you defile the body of a man who fought with honor," Azzy continued, his tone lower, darker. "He deserves respect. Not your teeth."
The beast growled but didn't speak. His instincts screamed at him — this wasn't a mortal he could intimidate. This was something higher, older… something that had already claimed death as its domain.
So the Werewolf Lord stayed still.
Azzy shifted his gaze to the team inside the barrier — their faces pale, their tears still fresh.
"I'm sending you all away now," he said flatly. "Cooperate."
"W–wait," Iphi stammered, eyes red. "What about Cap—?"
