Ivy's POVIn just a split second, Alpha Jameson shifts into a monster. The transformation is uncannily quick this time–in a surge of muscle and flesh, all of a sudden a massive brown wolf stands before me with blood dripping from his fangs and murder in his endless eyes. Alpha Jameson shakes his head back and forth, clearly adjusting to his new, well-muscled form, and a chill runs down my spine when I see the ease with which he’s moving. It’s as though the red potion has cured all his injuries. Or–that’s not quite right. Looking at him a little more closely, I can still see the evidence of Alpha Jameson’s wounds, except they don’t seem to be hindering him anymore. The potions, full of power as they are, must have somehow numbed his pain. Alpha Jameson stands before me. I tremble, taking an involuntary step forward. His massive body is even larger than Gamma Everly’s. He throws his head back and roars, releasing a thunderous howl that echoes all his pent-up fury. I feel stunned b
Ivy's POVAlpha Leo looks shocked to find me sprinting through the middle of the battlefield. His gaze fixes onto me, lips pursed in confusion. He’s looking at me like a question he doesn’t quite know how to answer. I can tell that he’s weighing his options, and whatever he’s deciding seems to be quite the tough choice. Hoping I can slip past him before he makes up his mind, I do my best to step around him, but he quickly mirrors my motion, blocking me off. My heart sinks. But deep down, Alpha Leo seems like a kind soul. Maybe all hope isn’t lost. After all, he hasn’t tried to grab me yet. “Leo, please,” I beg. My instincts are telling me that Alpha Leo isn’t a cruel person–on the contrary, he seems to be upright and kind-hearted, just led astray but Elder Jet’s scheming. But even in the middle of combat, I can see those glimmers of a good person shining through the battle-hardened rebel personal Elder Jet has forced onto him from what I assume was quite a young age. At this po
Ivy's POVAlpha Jameson charges at me with his fangs bared and his claws extended. My adrenaline kicks in, acting for me. I draw in quick, labored breaths as I scan everything in my vicinity. Moving faster than I ever thought I could, I quickly slip into a gap to my right that was created by a fallen stone slab that must’ve been knocked over at some point earlier during the battle. Shards of marble dig into my skin, drawing tiny pinpricks of blood. As my sweat drips into the wounds, they begin to sting even more fiercely. Inside the crack in the stone, I can feel rough marble edges pressing into me. The gap is just big enough to fit me, but will no doubt be too small for any wolf to get into–let alone Alpha Jameson or any of the other potion-jacked werewolves outside. Still, though, the stone walls are fragile, and no doubt they’ll be able to find their way inside sooner or later. For now, though, I’m safe.Even if it’s temporary. Alone in the darkness, I rock back and forth, trem
Ivy's POVThe whistles are what control the werewolves. Armed with this knowledge, I quickly plot my next move. If I can control any of these werewolves, what should I focus on first? How can I possibly untangle the mess of combat stretching out before me?I suppose, looking up at Alpha Jameson’s charging form, that my first priority should be to halt his approach. I stand up straight and place my fingers in my mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut and whistle, a shrill sound that cuts through the battlefield. Sure enough, a look of profound confusion crosses Alpha Jameson’s face. He ceases his charge, staring at me as though he’s not quite sure what to do. He walks in slow circles, padding back and forth atop the stone rubble. Small shards of marble tumble to the ground and land around me. My eyes widen as the realization dawns on me. It makes sense now! Any of the werewolves who are under the influence of the red potion will have to follow the command of the person blowing the whistle.
Ivy's POVWhile I’m still reeling from Alpha Jameson’s death, Elder Jet rushes towards me suddenly. A moment before he leaps at me, claws extended, Gamma Everly pulls her teeth out of Alpha Jameson’s chest and stands up quickly. She moves in front of me, blocking me from Elder Jet’s path. “If anyone wants to harm her, they’ll have to go through me first,” Gamma Everly says firmly. Her voice is calm and steady as usual, but I notice that her chest is heaving. She seems to be breathing heavily, and there’s pain etched onto her features. Gamma Everly’s beautiful reddish-brown fur is thoroughly soaked through with blood to the point where I can’t tell whose blood is hers and whose is Alpha Jameson’s.She’s struggling. I don’t know how much fight she has left in her now. It’s obvious that Gamma Everly has been badly injured at some point during combat–blood is dripping from her left foreleg at a frightening pace, and she’s clearly making an effort to keep weight off that leg. Elder J
Ivy's POVNo matter how fast I can run in my human form, my two legs are no match for Elder Jet’s four.Elder Jet catches up to me quickly, fangs snapping at my heels. I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, can hear the blood rushing in my head. Panic grips me, immediate and fierce. I cry out, trying to run faster, but my lungs are burning and my hair is matted to my forehead with sweat. My ankle starts to buckle. Just before Elder Jet’s fangs close around my leg, though, I manage to twist out of the way, taking a sharp left. “You bitch!” Elder Jet howls furiously, increasingly enraged by my successful evasion. I can feel the rush of wind behind me as he lunges at me again, faster this time. Instead of dodging this time, though, I spin straight around and jump towards Elder Jet. The maneuver clearly catches him by surprise. He lets out a short yelp of shock, blinking as I lunge towards him. I land on his nose, clawing my fingers into his fur so he won’t be able to thr
Ivy's POVElder Jet looks like a caged animal under Prince Spencer’s piercing stare, looking in every direction for help. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Alpha Leo, once again lurking at the edge of the battlefield as though unsure whether or not to join in.“Alpha Leo!” Elder Jet shouts, warping his voice to make himself sound far older and feebler than he really is. “Please, save me from Prince Spencer’s vicious wrath!” The moment the false plea for help leaves his mouth, Elder Jet steps aside, leaving the space wide open for Alpha Leo to engage Spencer in combat. Alpha Leo steps forward reluctantly, looking Spencer up and down, but Spencer hardly pays him a second thought. “Damn you, Elder Jet!” Spencer curses fiercely. “You’re nothing but a coward who expects others to risk their lives for you without ever facing a fight. You’re weak, pathetic, and completely unfit to rally this miserable group you call a rebellion. If you want to protect your honor as a werewolf and as
Ivy's POVUpon being discovered, Elder Jet stands up slowly and turns around, eyeing his warriors cautiously. I can see that he’s trying to keep himself calm, drawing in slow, deep breaths. But seething anger–as well as panic–sparks in his eyes as he looks around. “Alpha Jameson has already fallen in battle!” Elder Jet shouts, projecting his voice. “And many of our men are injured or dead. In order to preserve our forces, I’ll be withdrawing with some of our warriors to prevent further losses. Stay strong, men!” I raise an eyebrow at the sheer audacity of what Elder Jet is saying, but much to my dismay, his werewolf warriors seem to be believing him well enough. “Fight Prince Spencer now, Leo!” Elder Jet roars at Alpha Leo. “Buy us time for the retreat!” Before anyone gets the chance to react to Elder Jet’s words, he quickly twists around and flees into the crowd of warriors, vanishing into the nearby forests in a flash so quickly Spencer doesn’t get the chance to chase after him