Henry's POV
"Ready?" The instructor asked me.
I waved at him, clad in my black training clothes, as the thick metal door in front of me opened.
"THE SUBJECTS WILL BE RELEASED!" The speaker announced, and another door in the big room I had entered opened.
In front of me was a parkour course, resembling the sports ed class of a high school.
With the exception of the pack of wolves that had been let out, their eyes targeting me with frenzy, their muzzles full of white foam.
They circled me; if I used my power, they would already be dead.
But where the hell would the fun be in that?
A wolf at the end of the pack attacked me, and I grabbed the snout that had opened dangerously, ripping its lower and upper jaw apart, only hearing a slight wince.
I threw the corpse to the other end of the room, looking at the rest of the pack.
If they weren't full of drugs, they would have already retreated at the demonstration of power.
