Glen felt the oversized fangs sink into his forearm and the werewolf stared, unfazed at the vampire that clung to him desperately as he fed for the first time in millennia. He didn't feel any particular pain but what surprised him was the feeling of being drained of his strength. Just as the thought crossed his mind, his system screen lit up in front of him.
[Glen Red Creek, fated mate
Level: 999
Race: Werewolf
Blood rank: Alpha
Type: Child of the Moon Goddess
Class: Divine
Name: Warrior of the Moon Goddess
Stats: strength: 99,999/99,999
Speed: 99.999/99.999
Agility: 99.999/99.999
Intellect: 99.999/99.999
HP: 1198/1250
Skills: Healing (Active, Class Divine)
Domination (Active, Class Divine)
Protection (Active, Class Divine)
Blessing of the Goddess (Active, Class Divine)
Elixir of the Moon Goddess (Active, Class Divine)
Item: Moon protection mark 5/5]
