The air stifled as a pressuring presence bore down on Rudark.
Its eyes trembled, clouding with hesitation. The lusting hunger in their depths vanished, its frame rattling from the sudden terror awash in its veins.
Air seemed scant as it began to wheeze under the pressure, its gaze fixed on Alpha's sprawled, injured figure in the distance. This feeling was familiar — too familiar.
Its instincts screamed in terror, urging it to flee. Blood flow quickened, flaming skin dulled. A fear ingrained deep in its soul had returned.
A predator it knew too well. A predator who had once walked it along the bridge of death itself.
Rudark's heart trembled, skipping a beat. Its teeth clattered together. It knew this presence — the great King Canine species: the Astral Wolf.
