Echo.

The tension in the air erupted into violence as I faced my own father, the alpha king of the werewolves. The clash between us was not just a physical battle, but a collision of ideals and loyalties.

However, father did not care that I was before him, with a growl, he lunged at me, his claws extended, and teeth bared. I met his attack head-on, determined to stop him and end the cycle of violence between our species.

As we grappled and fought, my father's voice was filled with venomous curses. "You treacherous bastard!" he spat, his eyes blazing with rage. "You dare to turn against your own kind?...