In the forest of the Magic Dimension, Glen was outnumbered by the werewolves. Even without taking into account the countdown which didn't matter since he had shifted, he needed to get rid of them as soon as possible to find Eden.
Before he got to the magic dimension, the omega had just wobbled and seemed in distress. He needed to get rid of them. His instincts as an alpha were screaming at him to find his mate as soon as possible.
The alpha glared at the werewolves that surrounded him. He bared his teeth looking at the whips of energy that pierced their bodies through. He had no other choice.
Glen let out his pheromones and a smirk appeared on his face when he saw the flinched werewolves. Some of them tried to recoil, but the whips forced them to hold their position.
'I guess they already know what's going to happen to them, huh?' Glen thought.
