Chapter 337
Thunder cracked as Lyra's magic merged with the pack's primal energy. Her spells, once precise and controlled, now carried raw power that made the air crack with electricity. The transformed werewolves moved with fluid grace, their forms enhanced by her magic.
"Hunters," Fenris growled, scenting the air. "And dark witches. They've formed an alliance against us."
Through the trees, shadows moved with predatory intent. The augmented werewolves' silver implants pulsed with merged power, magic and blood becoming one force.
"They fear what we've become," the lead werewolf said, his voice carrying both animal strength and magical resonance. "The old orders always fear the new."
Lyra's hands glowed with crimson energy as she drew on ancient blood magic. "Then let's show them why they should fear us."
The first attack came swift - dark magic laced with silver. The transformed werewolves moved as one, their augmented forms channeling Lyra's protective spells. Dr. Rodriguez watched as her creations became something beyond science.
"The hunters brought war mages," she warned, seeing runes ignite in the darkness.
Fenris launched forward, his massive form now wrapped in magical shields. His claws tore through magical barriers while Lyra's spells enhanced his natural strength.
The forest became a battlefield of primal forces. Witch-fire met werewolf fury. Blood magic merged with transformation. Every spell carried bestial power, every transformation held magical precision.
"They're trying to separate us," Lyra called out, feeling dark magic attempting to break their connection. "To force us back into old boundaries."
The lead werewolf responded by channeling her magic through his augmentations, creating a feedback loop of power. "Those boundaries are gone. We've remembered what we truly are."
Dark witches emerged from the shadows, their spells seeking to corrupt the pure merger of powers. But this unity ran deeper than their magic could reach - it flowed in blood and bone.
"Stand together," Fenris commanded as the battle intensified. The pack moved as one, each member's strength amplified by witch-craft, each spell given primal force through their transformations.
Lightning split the sky as ancient powers clashed. This wasn't about cosmic forces - it was about blood, magic, and the right to evolve beyond old limitations.
The night was young.
The battle had just begun.
And they would show their enemies why witch and wolf were always meant to be one.
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