Chapter 187
“Dark magic is here!” Fu
“Yeals, no shit, Freya” I snap, but I pause when I see the look on her face. She’s not scared–she looks impressed.
the sudden change in atmosphere. I don’t know which our worries me more
The nuist
Lin the
the air thicker as we all wait for whatever is coming. The silence stretches on, the waiting even longer, and it makes us restless. Still, we stand our ground. Then, a sound rips through the air–barking and maring i comes in a harmonizing wave, loud But we can’t see anything yet.
Fun alienit to urge my men to
nge when Freya suddenly stops me, placing her hand on my shoulder.
“No, not yet,” she says calmly.
“What?” I turn to look at her, confused, wondering what the hell she thinks she knows about war,
“Trust me,” she says firmly. Those are distracting noises. We need to leave the woods and lead into the city. Ecan tell where this energy is coming from. Half of the men should stay here, while the other hall we head to the root of the battle.”
“Umm, Freya, I’m sorry but
“Do you want to win this war?” she cats in, her tone sharper now.
“Then let me help you, my Alpdi
“Fine,” I say, knowing there’s no time to argie. Her plan might just work. Heading to the heart of the battle is inevitable anyway.
I call it a few of the Alphas to stay back with half
ondering them to boldl the line and protect our current ground. The rest of us take
strategie turns through the woods moving fast and low as we head for the city. Our destination is clear–Blackthom Gavle.
As we approach the city, we find a line of werewolves matlourd just before the mist, standing like silent soldiers waiting for the right time to strike Luskily, they’re facing forward. They don’t see is coining
We stinke
Their formation shatters on it. My wolves fight like they’ve been starved of blood, every swipe and bite filled with fury. The armbush catches them completely off guard and that way half of the men we left in the woods know is time to charge and so they do. While chaos erupts behind us, the rest of us push forward, heading straight for the castle.
Unsurprisingly, once we arrive, we fund it heavily guarded–more rogues, sibling and ready.“/
We are outnumbered here—but it doesn’t matter. They’re just rogues. Nothing more.
Leonard and the others slage straight into the light, claws clashing and snarls ripping through the air. 1, on the other hand, release my fury in flames, The fire roars from within me like it’s been caged too long, and now it answers only to rage.
This time, it s different.
The fire bursts from my core, Larger and hotter than ever before. Whatever Freya did with the Dragon’s Bane–it’s unbelievable. My fames twist and surge 1
e like they have a will of their own, dancing across the battlefield, seeking enemies with every flicker.
With one furious quburst. I burn more
re than
ten rogues in a single wave. The ground beneath them scorches black. Bones crack, fur turns to ash
“Alpha Deckard is alive!” one of the screams as the live streaks toward him–but he’s too slow. The flames catch him mid–run, swallowing his cry
in an inferno.
“Alpha Deckard is alive! Inform Scarf”
“Let Cleopatra know!”
“We can’t fight hind”
Thear them shouting–scattered, confused—but I don’t give them the chance to run back to their masters
With Godspeed, I charge forward, grabbing the nearest rogue with my burning grip. He lets out one shriek before turning to ruin in my hand. Another lunges, but I twist midair and engulf him in lame. One by one, they crumble before me–bodies folding to the earth like blackened leaves
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Some of them even beg–shamelessly, pitifully–before their death. But their cries don’t move me. I smear their dame faces and leadies until they’re nothing but charted, unrecognizable remains.
Now the air is thick with the smokiness of roasted flesh. The stench of burning fur, blood, and fear coils in any hangs lake
ahar.
I press forward, nearing the castle gates–but of course, more rogues come trooping out
As soon as they spot me, confusion spreads across their faces. They freeze, caught between fight and dight. I can see the disbelief in their eyes, Ty thought I was dead. That’s what they’ve been told. They look like they’ve just seen a glost return to claim vengeance,
Some of them begin to reverse, as if doing so slowly enough might keep them invisible. But see them
wolves–far more than expected.
I suspect the few who slipped away went to inform Darih–because suddenly, outside the castle spells deer with s They come from both behind and in front of us, surrounding us in thick ranks. These aren’t just ordinary rogues anymide.
Their eyes are bloodshot, their bodies twitching, their movements jerky. They look like they’ve been injected with something–wone kind of twisted concoction. A dark enchantment, a drag, maybe both. They snarl like animals beyond reason, thick salaiva dripping from their jaws, drooling like rabid hounds straining at the trashu
They are out of control.
They stand there, brewing like a storm cloud, as if waiting for a signal from someone we can’t yet see.
“Deckard!” his voice echoes through the mist. “Why the hell do you refuse to the
It’s him. I still can’t see him, but I feel his presence like a thorn under my skin
“I guess I’m just waiting for you to take the lead,” I reply, raising my voice: “Alter all, you are my older brother”
We’re surrounded now–Leonard, Freya, and just under twenty of our best men. We form a tight circle, hacks against one another, every our of us ready to bleed
There are over fifty wolves facing us, each one of them thirsty for blood. Their eyes gleam, wild and ravenous. And yet, they wait. That’s what unseules me. They’re not charging. They’re not attacking. They’re waiting for something. Or someone.
And then–Freya
She starts whispering.
It’s not like anything I’ve heard before. A language that doesn’t belong to this world, yet it feels like it belongs in my hours. Her voice isn’t fond, but it somehow echoes in every ear around us, threading though the air like alkand steel.
“Charge!” Freya commands.
I don’t know exactly what the hell she just did, but I trust Leonard, Austin, George, and the rest of the Alphas with me–they can handle whatever
this is
My men surge forward, growling and ready to rip through the enemy, but instead of meeting resistance, the wolves facing us start backing away. Whimpering. Like seared dogs. Tails tucked, Eyes wide. It’s almost… pathetic.
We all hesitate, watching in confusion.
“What the hell is going on?” 1 muster under my breath.
“They see you all as their biggest fear,” Freya says behind me, her voice calm and steady. “They can’t face you
Whatever spell she cast, it tristed their senses
“Take them now!” I yell, and my men don’t wait. They pounce, savage and merciless, tearing into the rogues like they’re nothing but meat. Screams echo around us, but the strangest thing is–they don’t fight back. They just take it, paralyzed by fear.
I have forward, past the camage, eyes fixed on the looming caule ahead. Every wolf that crosses my path steps back, snarling low but making space like I’m death itself walking.
They don’t attack me
They part for me.
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I don’t waste time on them. Let the rest finish them off. I have one target now
As I step through the gates of Blackthorn Castle, a deeper mist wraps around me warping the halls and walls unt it barely looks like the home I
“Darth! Come out now,
1command
now, you coward?”
Tid advise you to leave my castle now while you still have your head. You’re disturbing my peace, Deckard!” Darth’s voice booms.
I can’t see him yet, but I hear him–clear, angry, and somewhere within the
Then it starts again.
A familiar whisper
That dann witch.
“Not the same old trick again, you bloody witch!” I yell. “Why don’t you face me for once and feel what it’s like to be gutted alive?”
But the whispers continue. I can already feel her voice creeping into my mind, wrapping itself around my thoughts like a serpent. She’s trying to Lake over my mind. Again.
Not this time.
With every ounce of willpower, I roar loud enough to shake the ground beneath my feet. I feel a low rulle answers me from beneath the earth The sound grous–deep and angry–until suddenly, ubvanishes,
Just like that.
Gone
I don’t get a second to breathe before I feel a hand tap behind me. Reflex kicks in, my fire surges out in a blaze, unleashing it upon whoever it is but when Espin around, there’s no one there.
Nothing.
Then turn forward again..
And there she is
The old witch. Cleopatrat
Standing right in front of me, cloaked in mist and shadow, eyes gleaming with poison.
I then angrily
summon my fire again to burn her to crisp, she needs to diet–but this time, nothing comes.
I can’t feel my fire. Did this witch just take my fire?
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