Chapter 264 A MONSTER CREATED
Nixx
Three men stood up almost immediately, no hesitation in their movements. They made their way toward him, their expressions full of anger as they puffed out their chests, trying to appear as menacing as possible.
Percival didn’t flinch. He met each of their gazes, one by one, his tongue swiping over his lips again. He bit down on his lip ring, flashing a wicked grin. His head tilted back, and he laughed—loudly, manically. "Is this it? Is this all?" he taunted. There was something unhinged about him, something raw and dangerous. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the sheer power radiating off of him.
Maxim laughed again, clearly impressed. "Gabe has created such a monster," he muttered under his breath. "This is going to be fun."
The first man stepped forward, a low growl building in his chest. Percival’s response was immediate—he flashed his teeth, eyes narrowing. "Shift, pup!" he roared, his muscles bulging beneath his skin as he prepared for the fight, his blood surging with the promise of battle.
The sound of bones snapping and muscles reshaping filled the air as both men shifted, their bodies morphing into their wolf forms. Skin wrinkled, fur sprouted, and the change flowed through Percival effortlessly—smooth, quick, almost too perfect.
Now fully shifted, the two wolves squared off. The crowd drew in closer, eager to see what would happen next. Even I couldn’t help but feel the pull of the spectacle. Percival’s power was intoxicating—dangerous but alluring. It was different from Maxim’s. His dominance was magnetic, irresistible. Too much.
The circle of onlookers tightened as we moved closer to the action. Percival’s wolf towered over the other male, his massive gray form standing taller than the black-furred wolf in front of him. They snarled at each other, their growls filling the air, but it was clear—Percival’s wolf was the stronger of the two.
Without waiting for a signal, Percival lunged, moving with lightning speed. He slammed into the other wolf like a wild beast, his jaws sinking deep into the male’s shoulder. The sound of teeth breaking through flesh echoed through the night as Percival’s massive head twisted, causing a sickening pop. The black wolf howled, trying to break free from his grip, but Percival was relentless.
The black wolf managed to snap at Percival’s belly, but his teeth only grazed his broad chest. It was useless. Percival was in control.
With a sharp jerk, Percival ripped away, leaving a chunk of torn flesh in the black wolf’s jaws. He circled, watching, waiting, his wolf growling low and deep. Saliva dripped from his fangs as he locked eyes with his opponent, daring him to try again.
Then, the sound of bones cracking rang out again. Two more wolves shifted, their growls filling the air as they jumped into the fray. The crowd gasped, knowing this was against pack law—three-on-one was forbidden.
Annabel’s voice cut through the chaos. "Stop!" she yelled, pushing through the crowd, her eyes wide with fear for her son. "Stop, all of you!"
But the two new wolves were already charging at Percival.
"Penny!" Maxim's voice cut through the chaos as he grabbed Annabel, pulling her back. His smile was chilling, a twisted grin as he observed the unfolding wolf fight. "Let’s just watch and see what happens," he muttered, his tone dark with anticipation.
Annabel’s face was a mask of horror as she looked from her son to Maxim, then back to the bloody fight. The two other wolves were poised, ready to strike, like predators waiting for their moment. They didn’t care that this fight was supposed to be one-on-one; they wanted a piece of Percival.
Percival’s wolf—though younger and smaller than the others—was savage. His jaws clamped down on the first male’s throat, biting with primal force. He wasn’t holding back, fighting like a wild animal. The sound of bones snapping echoed through the night as the wolf beneath him went limp. Blood coated Percival’s fur, dripping down his maw and splattering the ground beneath his paws. The wolf lay dead at his feet.
Gasps erupted from the pack, the cold fall air carrying the sound of shock. Mouths were covered, eyes wide with horror. Annabel’s scream pierced through it all as she dropped to her knees, her cries shaking through the clearing. Her mate let out a furious roar, his face twisted with rage and disbelief.
Killing your opponent wasn’t allowed. Wolves were supposed to make their foes submit, not take their lives. What Percival had done was beyond anything acceptable. He had broken the sacred rule of combat. The pack watched in stunned silence, realizing that Percival had not only claimed victory—he had terrified every man there. Wives and mothers watched in fear.
Percival’s wolf turned to face the remaining two. His stained red teeth bared, a guttural snarl ripping from his throat. He was giving them no chance to back down.
The two wolves crouched low, growling, lips curled back to show their fangs. Percival mirrored them, his massive form hunching low, blood dripping from his maw. His ears flattened, the lip pulled back even further, revealing fangs that seemed larger, sharper than anyone else's.
What had my brother become?
Without hesitation, both wolves charged at once. The dark brown wolf lunged for Percival’s side, while the tawny one went for his back leg. But Percival was faster. His jaws clamped down on the tawny wolf’s leg, twisting it viciously. The sound of ripping flesh and muscle tore through the air. The brown wolf made his move, but Percival was already barreling into him, hitting him hard in the stomach and sending him tumbling.
Percival didn’t stop. He tore out the brown wolf’s throat, blood spraying across the crowd. The crimson splatter hit several wolves, some recoiling, others too stunned to move. Percival didn’t even blink. The violence was animalistic—brutal.
As the two wolves fell lifeless at his feet, the pack instinctively took steps back. A collective gasp swept through the crowd, but no one dared approach. The air was thick with fear.
Percival’s wolf didn’t slow down. His eyes fixed on the brown wolf—his last opponent. The other male hesitated, clearly shaken, his confidence shattered. Percival saw it. And that was all he needed.