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attack and finish what he'd started ten years ago. Aster didn't know why Abaddon hated them so much and at this point he didn't care. The demon was a dead man walking.
           "Who's first?" Aster asked.
           From behind a scream pierced his ears as a biker rushed in, a chain swinging over his head. He swung it at Aster with all his might, but it wasn't good enough. Aster easily caught the chain in one hand and yanked with all his might, pulling the biker off his feet and sending him careening into one of the Oakdale wolves.
           "He's strong," Archie Sanders, a low-level Oakdale member, said to the leader. "I told you he's stronger than any wolf I know!"
           Everyone else began to advance, but Aster easily ripped the chain out of the fallen man's hand. Like a scorpion's tail it struck, cracking Archie across the face. Blood spurted as Archie cried out in pain and grabbed his broken orbital bone. Aster swung the chain in circles over his head, keeping all the attackers at bay.
           Finally one of the bikers shifted, revealing a mangy gray wolf. He snarled and charged, but Aster sidestepped and whipped the chain, catching the wolf around his neck and yanking him out of the air. The wolf hit the ground with a satisfying crunch as the bones in his neck snapped.
           The others began to get the same idea and Aster knew he could not win this fight as a human any longer. His body cracked and shifted as his snout elongated and fur sprouted all over. In just a few seconds he had exploded into the largest wolf anyone had ever seen. His fur was nearly blue as he stood his ground, snarling and snapping at the other wolves. He was nearly as big as a full-grown grizzly bear, towering over the other wolves.
           The leader of the attack was recognizable. He had shifted into a large black wolf with gray streaks through his hair. He was much bigger than the others, but still not as big as Aster. He snapped and charged, trying to catch Aster off guard. The alpha wolf's reflexes were too great, though, and he reared up and brought both front paws down on the creature's head, smashing him into the floor. The other wolf yelped as Aster's jaws closed on the back of his neck, easily snapping the tendons and bones underneath.
           As bloodlust consumed him and he finished off the strongest threat, Aster felt a searing pain around his hindquarters. One of the other wolves had darted in and attacked him from behind, getting a good shot in on him. He spun around, teeth gnashing as he caught another one coming in for a rear attack. With ease he finished the would-be attacker off and turned to the rest.
           They still outnumbered him four to one, but they were beginning to back away, each realizing the folly in attacking an alpha with the strength of Aster.
           Aster was determined to finish each and every one of them off; there would be no escape for those who sought to harm him or his wolves. Bucklin was divided into five packs, but Aster was alpha over them all. He was the father and they were all his pups.
           The others began backing towards the door as he advanced, saliva dripping from his powerful iron jaws as he set his hate-filled eyes on his next victim.
           They heard it before Aster did; he was too focused on destroying each and every one of them. Each wolf snarled and began advancing towards him, no longer afraid. The situation became clearer as the sounds filled Aster's keen hearing. Motorcycles, at least six of them, had pulled up out front.
           Aster heard shouting as the new arrivals shut off their bikes and began to dismount. The odds were decidedly against him now. He could stand and fight, but that would be foolish at this time, especially if Abaddon was with them. He had to gather his people, rally an army to take back Bucklin.
           The other wolves stepped back in surprise as Aster turned and ran for the