THUMP! THUMP!! THUMP!!!
The Ferocious Golden Blood Wolf's heartbeat thundered through the clearing, louder with every second, faster and stronger as Draco's blood did its work inside the cocoon.
Demonic Draco glanced at it. "Hmm. The little one will come out soon… which means—"
ROAR!
A horde of ferocious volkoids charged, not at Draco but at the cocoon, at the promise of evolution. Temptation drowned out reason, and even with a stronger volkoid looming nearby they didn't care. This was their chance to ascend.
Fools, Demonic Draco thought, letting out a wild chuckle. "It seems I have to take care of the minions."
He didn't move from where he stood. Confidence flowed through his blood like wine. When the first wave reached him—jaws open, claws extended, hunger in their eyes—he raised a single hand.
"Let's see if you can get through me."
