The clash between me and Luis erupted like a calamity, sudden and disastrous. In my full werewolf form, I was an entity of unbridled power. There were very few people in the entire pack who could stand up to me. However, Luis seemed to be doing very well.
Despite the heavy blows I landed, his taunting smile remained if I wasn't worthy of his fury like I was merely a bug compared to his unfathomable power.
I knew it. From all the sinister powers that Luis had displayed over the past few months, I knew I was no match for him. However, I felt power coursing through me like never before. Perhaps it was because I understood that this was the final battle.
If I failed to bring him down now, everything I cherished would be taken away from me. So I fought— I fought like there was no tomorrow, because frankly, if Luis managed to cinch victory, that was exactly what would happen.
There would be no future for me, for María José, or for the pack.
