Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

As Vincent caught his breath, he couldn't help but feel a pang of hunger. The sight of the massive bear creature's lifeless body in front of him set his stomach growling. His wolf instincts took over, and he found himself salivating at the thought of sinking his teeth into its flesh.

With a grunt, he rose to his feet and made his way over to the creature's corpse. Its thick fur proved to be a challenge, but he used his claws to trim it down and expose the tender meat underneath.

While devouring the bear, a strange sensation coursed through his body. The meat had an overpowering flavor that filled his mouth with a unique deliciousness. The taste was both strong and irresistible, as if it had been infused with a secret blend of herbs and spices. He savored every bite, feeling the rich and intense flavor linger on his tongue, and his stomach seemed like a bottomless pit that couldn't be filled.

Despite consuming an incredible amount, he still didn't feel full, but his body quickly converted the massive amount of meat he had eaten into reserve energy, leaving him satisfied yet craving for more.

He could also sense his regeneration ability coming back to normal. During the fight he realized that something was wrong with his body. It was as if the bear's attack had inflicted a wound upon his very essence, slowing down his natural regeneration. But now, with every bite of the succulent flesh, he felt himself growing stronger, his body rapidly restoring itself to its former glory.

It took a considerable amount of time for him to consume the enormous bear. Its sheer size made it a daunting task to finish in a timely manner.

Suddenly, he heard a noise approaching him, but he paid it no mind. He knew it was Debbie.

"What are you doing?" Debbie exclaimed upon seeing him consuming the now half-eaten bear.

"Eating," he growled, his werewolf form clouding his personality.

"Do you realize what you've done?" She rushed towards the dead giant bear, her face filled with worry.

But he just ignored her and continued to eat as if he had not heard anything.

"We need to get out of here fast!" Debbie exclaimed, her voice shaking with fear and her face now full of panic.

Vincent turned to her, his brow furrowed with confusion.

"Why?" he growled, his tone puzzled.

"You just killed the guardian of this mountain, you idiot! And the guardian always has Dryad who takes care of it. I don't know how strong you are, but Dryad are almost unkillable in their territory!" she exclaimed, her breath heavy.

Debbie's words hung in the air like an ominous cloud, but Vincent didn't seem to notice. He continued eating, his focus unwavering, as if the world around him had faded into insignificance.

"Let's go, damn it!" She clung to his back and pulled his ears like he was some kind of horse.

Luckily, Vincent was in a good mood after eating, so he simply followed her instructions and started running in the direction she was pointing.

"Awoooooooo" Vincent roared in excitement. His bravery was not born out of confidence in his power, but rather a side effect of his werewolf form.

He increased his speed, but he kept it at a steady pace of 50 miles per hour, knowing that it was the maximum speed that Debbie could handle. He could feel her clinging to his back, her grip tight and her breaths shallow.

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Deep within the forest, a stunning woman with emerald skin and eyes as dark as the night sky moved through the earth as if it were water. Her heart was pounding with fear and anxiety, knowing that something terrible had happened. She didn't know what she would find, but she had to see it for herself.

She cherished her guardian bear as she was the one who took care of it when it was just a normal cub. The bear was like her own child. The thought of losing it was unbearable, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow inside her.

As she swam, she prayed that her guardian was just injured and not dead. She couldn't imagine life without her beloved companion.

But fate was cruel to her this time.

"Bjour!" The Driad let out a sorrowful cry as she beheld the lifeless husk of her beloved guardian bear. Its mangled body lay strewn on the forest floor, an affront to the natural order of things.

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerreek!" she screamed in agony . The sound started as a low rumbling cry that gradually built up in intensity until it reached a piercing screech that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of the forest.

With a fierce determination in her eyes, she vowed to avenge her fallen companion. She spoke in a tongue that had not been heard in the mortal realm for centuries, a language of the ancient dryads that carried with it the power of the natural world.

"I swear by the ancient roots that bind us and the winds that whisper through the leaves, that I will bring justice to the one who has harmed my ward. Let the spirits of the forest hear my vow and guide me to the culprit of this heinous act."

As she spoke, the very forest around her seemed to tremble with power, as if the very earth itself was responding to her words. She lifted her hands towards the sky, and a gust of wind swirled around her, carrying with it the whispers of a long-forgotten language.

She closed her eyes, and in her mind's eye she saw the one responsible for her guardian's death - a werewolf with black fur, its eyes glowing a fierce golden light. She knew that he was the one she had to find and punish for what he had done.

Her eyes snapped open, and with a swift movement, she plunged into the earth, disappearing from sight. She would not rest until she found the werewolf and avenged her beloved guardian's death.