August assessed the engineered wolf lying on the floor, unconscious and soaked in its own filth.
"This looks like a glob," he murmured as he approached it, while Elias shrugged at the side.
"I'm a generous man," Elias whistled. "He keeps asking for a beating, so I give it to him."
August ignored Elias and kept his focus on the thing. He squatted beside it and checked its pulse.
"Pulse is still there," he muttered, only to hear Elias add from behind, "And that's after a full night of beatings—from my warriors and from me."
"I see." August withdrew his hand and rested his arms on his knees. He sniffed; the blood coming from the creature was pungent like decay. Even its aura was different from the one he had dealt with not long ago.
On the night of the last full moon, August had been called by his pack over what was supposed to be a trivial matter. Though it hadn't seemed important at the time, he knew it would bother him later. So he decided to deal with it personally.
