It was even faster than the first dog had been.
Since it was an advanced rank, it possessed more mana and an even tougher skin, which unfortunately worked against it.
The black fire kept consuming all that mana, growing even stronger, and eating even deeper into its body until it dropped dead.
The alpha's smoke was still rising when the shift moved through the rest of the pack.
It happened fast — the collective psychology of a group whose leadee had just been removed expressing itself in the most immediate way available.
The aggression that had been driving them forward reversed direction completely, and what replaced it was the fundamental, overriding instinct that existed beneath all the others.
Run.
The four remaining wolves began pulling back, their bodies doing the opposite of everything they had been doing thirty seconds ago.
