But Dexter was already geared up, his firearm held firmly. His gaze conveyed a fierce resolve and unyielding determination.

“If I can’t face this fear, how can I call myself a father?” Dexter’s words cut through the tension.

Without further ado, he rose and marched toward the area with fewer wolves. The group could only watch, gripped by apprehension.

Today, facing the danger threatening his own daughter, Dexter finally knew what it was like to love a child. Urgency and worry surged within him; the mere thought of harm befalling his child filled him with an unbearable dread. He wouldn’t want to live either if anything were to happen to her.

Proficient in combat, Dexter was swift and agile. With a deft motion, he seized the leg of an attacking wolf and hurled it aside, outpacing the beast. His other leg swept low, tripping another wolf, its mournful howl piercing the air with a haunting echo.

Yet, the sound drew the attention of the other wolves, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty anticipation as they closed in on Dexter.

Dexter narrowed his eyes. His bodyguards positioned nearby braced themselves, ready to unleash a barrage of bullets.

opted for hand-to-hand combat, inching closer to the dilapidated house with determination etched in

at him from behind. Larry and the others watched

swift; his elbow struck the wolf’s head with precision, sending it crashing to the ground with a resounding

had been malevolent, its hunger and weakness made it easy

to call

suffusing his heart

possibilities: either

halt, Justin panicked. “What’s happening to

mirroring the shock evident on Dexter’s face. “Maybe… he

him, causing him to collapse to the ground, his gaze

composure. Summoning the last reserves of his strength, he pushed open the door of the

of foreboding washed over him,

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