The leaders howled, informing their people to battle. The cry for war resonated within the Werewolf Committee’s keep.There was no earthquake!A storm of dust slowly cloaked the remaining territories of the Werewolf Committee. Beneath the storm of dirt and howling wind, wolves of different sizes and colors were revealed. Like a messenger of the Death God, their eyes held one intention only—to trample those who dared to stop their call.Among the leading wolves, two wolves released another far cry of war. The thirst to slay their enemies was so evident to the leaders of the subsidiary packs that they felt the chill behind their napes.‘Regroup to the main force! Retreat first!’ Leader A had no choice but to release this suggestion to his fellow leaders.Through the tunnels, over the gates, and into the big gates… the nomadic packs led by the Blood Claws Pack had entered the premises of the Werewolf Committee’s territories.It was fast. It was decisive. And it was brutal.The Werewolf C
Five steps. Diana was now five steps away from the boulder that signified the borders between the impregnable Werewolf Committee and the rest of the Wolven Continent. She knew the plan like the back of her palm, but her heart pounded more every step she took. Though her knees were yet to buckle and her chest was yet to heave, the urge to cough out the itch in her chest was very tempting.But she was Diana, the witch-wolf who could only pull off this spell with complete success.One step. She was now a hairbreadth away from crossing the line. Drawing a deep breath, Diana could feel the weight of the stares from both opposing sides fixated on her as she stood at the center of the two factions.With gray eyes gleaming without giving any ounce of nuance of emotion from her face, she took the first step. The moment her right foot stepped onto the sacred lands of the Werewolf Committee protected by the array of spells created by Merlin, the air slithered. The absence of the blessings of the
A light burst out from Diana’s chest. It blinded both parties even Diana itself but only the latter could feel the surging warm current of her magic coursing through her veins—as if the Moon Goddess answered her desperate plea.The array of formations in the Werewolf Committee’s most guarded area shattered.The wolves of the Alliance felt the breath as the boundary that obstructed their sharp sense of direction disappeared along with the harsh howl of the wind.Dylan’s howl awakened the dazed wolves of the Alliance.All wolves of different colors, sizes, and ranks rushed forward. Charging with their last bit of strength after days of exhaustion, their drive to win the battle did not diminish—not even the slightest.Diana, who staggered after the desperate attempt and after barely keeping her life, found herself in the embrace of the powerful yet warm arms of Dylan. Looking up, the corners of her lips bent.&ldqu
The Alliance werewolves resumed the array of echelons as they prodded deeper into the Werewolf Committee’s Territory. Carcasses of Skinwalkers were left on their trail as the attack never seized the moment the flock of northern monsters started to attack their group. But the absence of a strategic and sane leader affected the mindless abomination since Merlin retreated the moment it caught the image of Talia as if it recognized the intent of the latter– something akin to a deep-rooted obsession that would only be sated when she got his head.Magic versus magic. Spell against spell. Arrays clashed arrays.Talia pulled Merlin into her domain which she had created specially for him. Before closing the domain’s portal amid the war, she made sure to cast a spell onto Diana lest Dylan would come to hack her if something happened to the former. While Talia was busy battling against the wretched Merlin, the final battle—which would later be known in the Anals of History as the Battle of the
Carcasses littered the bleak meadow. The shining calm light from the northern sun revealed the horrors that the captured werewolves experienced with the flock of Skinwalkers and the Werewolf Committee. The corpses were not fully intact as if they were torn alive. Guts spilled on the red-dyed snow. Flies and crows flocked around the rotten flesh as they had their feast.‘The Werewolf Committee is too much! How could they do this to their own race,’ said the beta of the Crimson Moon Pack at the back of Diana’s mind through mind link.Diana’s wolf grunted, an act of affirmation from her wolf, from what the beta stated through the temporary connection.‘This is a solid proof why the Werewolf Committee should be reformed inside out.’ Diana thought. She reckoned that if the Alliance would lose, a bloodier scene would occur. Though it was not as bloody as this one, the image of that sad future overlapped with the scene in front of her.Looking beyond dead, Diana stared at the death image in
“Oh, you’re one of the subsidiary alphas from the other continents,” Diana mumbled to herself before she withdrew the giant sword from the withering man who was now slumped on the murky ground.‘What are you waiting for? Finish them and get done with this dragging war,’ Diana’s wolf admonished her as it paced listlessly at the back of their connection. Her wolf was agitated—both from the pregnancy and from the fact that Dylan was not with them.Diana sidestepped to give way to the werewolves of the Alliance who surrounded and bombarded questions onto the staggering werewolf. In her peripheral vision, as she remained on guard while the others were gathering information from the surviving enemy, Diana could tell the horrors that the subsidiary alpha overcame just to stay alive. Wounds littered his body and his cheeks and fingers were frostbitten due to the heavy blizzard and his black hair was disheveled.‘How horrible for Dylan to leave them in this state. With these alphas' pride, the
Diana and Alpha Alexander were the last ones to go down as the Crimson Moon Pack’s alpha made sure that nothing was left unscathed in tower while Diana remained on the lookout for any incoming danger—like hidden trap arrays. Though they were both wolves with high-ranking bloodlines, Diana was way above the chart than Alpha Alexander since she held dominion over the nature.Without food or water, the party proceeded to make haste of the time. They had a feeling that if the darkness came again, it would be hard for them to win without adding more casualties.“Let us go, Luna Diana.” Alpha Alexander made way for Diana. They were the last ones to go down so Alpha Alexander planned to carry her as he would jump down onto the surface which was a few meters away from the balcony they were standing on—considering that she was sporting a big belly.A knot lodged in between Diana’s well-carved eyebrows before she walked past him. Her shoulders were stiff when she answered with equally stiff wor
Alpha Alexander frowned while staring at her, his sharp eyes were reading her, but his beta—who was flustered to save his comrades—quickly nodded his head. The latter almost grasped her shoulders. “Let’s do choice two! What will be the – o-ouch!”The Crimson Moon Pack’s beta briskly stopped when Alpha Alexander clamped the flustered beta’s arm rather painfully; cutting the latter’s words in the process. He was about to protest when he was welcomed with his alpha’s warning gaze. He was stumped and slowly realized how he almost brushed with death. Cold sweat immediately gathered on his forehead.“Do you want the Blood Alpha to clean you up?” Alpha Alexander asked.His beta immediately shook his head in a frenzy. What a joke! He was flustered because he wanted to survive and find himself a mate after this war; why would he provoke that sinister alpha who was more lunatic than his alpha? Thank goodness that Alpha Alexander was able to save him on time!Diana cleared her throat for the nth