All Chapters of Deadly Alpha Battle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The journey back to the packhouse was anything but calm. With the black crystal in Lola’s hands, the forest around them seemed to come alive, every shadow stretching and twisting as if watching their every move.Mike walked beside her, his expression sharp and his senses heightened. Jessica followed close behind, her daggers drawn and her eyes darting around the clearing. The other warriors flanked them, forming a protective circle as they moved swiftly through the dense underbrush.“Do you feel that?” Jessica asked, her voice low but tense.“Yes,” Mike said curtly. “We’re being followed.”Lola clutched the crystal tighter, its cold surface pulsing faintly against her palm. “What do we do?”“We keep moving,” Mike replied. “If they attack, we fight. But right now, the priority is getting the relic back to the packhouse.”Jessica nodded, her grip on her weapons tightening. “Let’s just hope they don’t bring friends.”The sound of snapping branches echoed through the forest, followed by a

I sat by the edge of the training grounds, watching as pack members scrambled to secure the area. They were tense, their movements swift and efficient, but their eyes betrayed their unease.I glanced toward Lola, who stood next to Mike, her face set in a determined expression. She had fought well during the chaos, but something about the way she moved now felt… different. There was an edge to her, a strength I hadn’t seen before.“Jessica,” a voice called from behind me.I turned to see Marcus approaching, his steps deliberate. His sword was still strapped to his back, a faint line of blood tracing its edge.“What is it?” I asked, standing to meet him.“Mike’s called for a council meeting,” Marcus said, his expression grim. “They want us inside.”The council room was packed when we entered. The tension was palpable as everyone took their seats. Mike stood at the head of the table, his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over each of us.“We don’t have time to dwell on what happened,” he b

The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, each step a reminder of how alone I was. It had been days since the last battle, and everything was still. Too still. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating. We had won the fight, but something was telling me the war wasn’t over yet.I pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room, the scent of old wood and dust filling the air. My eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, scanning the corners for any signs of movement. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the old house’s creaking walls.“Hello?” My voice was small, barely a whisper. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be heard. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to find.I moved toward the desk, its surface covered with maps and old books. The clutter of the room made it look like it hadn’t been touched in years, yet the way the items were arranged suggested that someone was still coming in here regularly. There was something unsettling about it. So

The silence in the packhouse was sharp, like the blade of a dagger pressed against the skin. Mike had called for another meeting, and the entire council sat in tense anticipation. My fingers tapped the wooden table in front of me, the rhythm steady, the only outlet for the storm brewing in my mind.   Selene’s words from the coven replayed over and over. *“A life for a life.”* It wasn’t just cryptic—it was horrifying. Who would make such a sacrifice? And what if we couldn’t find another way?   Mike stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding. “We now know what the witches told us. The crystal can be used to seal Tom’s power, but it requires blo

The warriors stood in neat rows, their weapons secured, their faces set with determination. Mike walked along the front, his gaze steady as he addressed them.“This is it,” he began, his voice firm. “Tom has taken too much from us already. Tonight, we take the fight to him. Remember, we fight as one. Watch each other’s backs. No one fights alone.”A murmur of agreement rippled through the group, and Jessica stepped up beside me.“Think they’re ready for this?” she asked, her tone low.“They have to be,” I replied.Mike finished his speech and turned to the group of leaders, motioning for us to follow him to the strategy table. A map of the area was spread out, marking Tom’s stronghold and the route we would take to get there.“We’ll split into three groups,” Mike explained, pointing to the map. “The first group will take the western flank. Jessica, that’s yours.”“Got it,” she said with a sharp nod.“Lola,” Mike continued, his gaze meeting mine, “you’ll take the second group through t