“My God,” Elder Maximus exclaimed as he too transformed. “They are big and that means they should be about…”
“Five hundred to one thousand years,” Alan whispered, the fight already leaving his body. He alone can’t even kill one of those creatures with his alpha powers then talk about his wolves that are just naturally strong without any additional power.
“Alpha, what must we do?” Aton asked, “none of us can kill them and they are about twenty of them.”
Why would the Nebuzars team up with the rogues to attack them? Alan wondered as he stared from the big Nebuzars to the biggest ones. He sighed and shook his head, they have already lost the fight right before they began. He exhaled and closed his eyes making his decision. “Who do you want?” he asked the rogue.
‘Dad, what are you doing?’
