Edmund roared and beat his chest. "Othniel, your tribe has long been worthless! For 1000 years, you've been hiding and cowering, barely surviving. Compared to us werewolves, you're nothing but a third-rate race! No matter how stubbornly you resist, you can't avoid being wiped out.

"The werewolves will tear apart your women, children, and rip off the heads of your men! Progenitor Ragnar is taking action himself. Soon, you'll experience what true despair really means!"

The mention of Ragnar made Othniel's face turn deathly pale with fear.

Edmund seized the opportunity and clawed three deep gashes across his chest. With a roaring howl, Edmund pounced on Othniel and pinned him against the wall.

Drool dripped from the massive wolf's maw as it lunged to bite off Othniel's head.

With countless Highland Tribe warriors lying dead around him, and knowing Ragnar had arrived, despair surged in Othniel's heart.

He could not help but feel like the heavens themselves had turned against the Hig