Chapter 65

In the moonlit night that graced the small window of the cottage, Alpha George, a towering brown werewolf with fur as dark as the shadows, emerged from the dense woods. His eyes glowed with fierce intensity, revealing the primal rage that consumed him. His snout, stained with the blood of his recent prey, reflected the ferocity of his existence. Across the cottage, Diana sensed the impending threat.

“I'm going to kill you!” he growled. As Alpha George lunged at her again, his anger echoed through the night, setting the stage for a supernatural clash of titans. Andrew raised his brow as he looked at Diana. She raised her brow as a response and gave her sire a smirk, as if telling him that she could handle the gigantic beast. Andrew nodded his head.

The air crackled with tension as the ancient adversaries engaged in a fierce struggle between teeth and fangs, embodying the eternal struggle between werewolves and vampires. Diana stepped back a little and took the sword from