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Blackwell pointed behind him. “Just down that path and around the bend.”

“On it,” Barnaby said, jogging away.

“Barnaby's a dragon. Nothing is getting past him,” Marius assured the Alpha.

“That’s a relief, thank you. There are two ways into our pack. This road here and one about a mile that way.”

“We’ll spread out and cover the entrances and back your pack up. Just warn your pack that the demon can mimic powers, but only one at a time.”

“I’ll let them know,” he shook his head. “Demons, what is this world coming to?”

Marius looked at his team. “You know what to do. Be safe, and if you need help, call.”

His team, as one, scattered in different directions.

“I’ll stay with you,” Marius said.

“Then let’s shift and get ready.”

CHAPTER 37

Blackwell gave a start when he saw the size of Marius’ lion and quickly shifted to join him. They ran along the main road until they reached the edge of the pack lands.

Blackwell nudged Marius towards the trees.

Marius shook his head and stood in the middle of the road, watching, waiting.

He felt the Alpha walk over and stand beside him.

They didn’t have to wait long before they heard cars in the distance. They got closer and stopped about three hundred yards from the pack borders.

They watched men getting out of the cars, shifting into their wolves and start running towards them.

Marius let out a loud roar. He watched some of the wolves’ steps falter and ran full tilt towards them.

He ran straight through the lead wolves and attacked the wolves behind. He killed two before either wolf could register what was happening.

He spun on his paws and jumped on the back of another, ripping his throat out quickly and efficiently.

He looked up and saw Blackwell attacking another; the Alpha wasn’t playing around.

Marius heard fighting from further down the road. He brought his focus back to the wolves near him, just as a wolf jumped on his back from behind. Thanks to his full mane, the wolf couldn’t get near his throat. Marius jumped up on his hind legs and then fell backwards, bringing his full weight down on the wolf.

The wolf howled in pain.

Marius quickly jumped up, turned and roared in the wolf’s face before slashing his throat almost all the way through. Blood splattered over his fur and mane.

He turned his back on the wolf and ran after those that were running towards the pack grounds.

As Marius ran, he saw a meaner-looking version of Blake throwing fireballs in all directions. Some hit houses, causing fires, and others singed wolves. Marius roared loudly, and Barnabus turned to look at him, a smile on his face.

“A lion can’t defeat me,” he scoffed.

“He doesn’t need to,” a voice said from behind before a sword was thrust into his chest, the point sticking out of his chest.

Barnabus screamed in anger, pain and despair and vanished, taking his pack with him.

Marius shifted back and looked at his gargoyle teammate. “Nice move.”