CHAPTER 03 - ATTACK ON THE PACK

POV: CALLIE

“Get up and run.” Another gust of wind surged around me, carrying the voice of the deity in my mind.

“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore,” I responded silently.

“GET UP!” The wind intensified into a whirlwind, the powerful gust pushing Hunter off me.

I began to crawl deeper into the forest in a desperate attempt to please the Moon Goddess before my death, hoping to have my soul forgiven for whatever I might have done.

“You’re not escaping, prey!” the Alpha roared, sinking his claws into my hind legs.

I whimpered, growling, and kept trying to drag myself forward, leaving a trail of blood and tears, until I hit something with my head. Sniffing, I realized the scent that had been guiding me was now directly in front of me. Its aroma is mixed with something predatory and lethal. I trembled even more. Was this another predator come to toy with my life?

The ground trembled beneath its power, and even the very pressure in the air shifted. The aura emanating from it, though unseen, was undeniably stronger than my father’s. Something crouched in front of me, its warmth covering my body like a shield.

“Don’t you dare die now, Wolf. It would be a shame to have come this far for nothing.” The aura before me was the same as the one from my vision. “Alpha Hunter, today is the day of your judgment!”

A distant explosion echoed, followed by growls, while an alarm blared through the air, igniting a sense of urgency.

“What’s happening?” Hunter roared, as other wolves emerged from the depths of the forest. “What’s going on?”

“We’re under attack!” one of the wolves following our Alpha reported.

“Who are you, worm? How dare you take my prey?” Hunter snarled at the wolf standing calmly near my body.

The mysterious wolf let out a quiet sigh before releasing a menacing growl from his lips.

“So the rumors of your cruelty are true. An Alpha deemed a disgraceful king, so unworthy that he would attack a defenseless creature… You’re a shame to our kind—despicable!” the mysterious wolf declared. “Don’t you recognize me?”

A tense silence fell, as though Hunter’s mind was piecing things together, perhaps finally realizing who stood before him.

“It can’t be. I eliminated everyone from the Moon Blades pack. I killed the Supreme Alpha myself, along with his family and pups!” the Lycan king bellowed.

“Almost all of them,” the mysterious wolf growled menacingly. “You will pay for all the misery you’ve caused my pack and the imbalance you’ve spread to others!”

“Brat, I’ll finish what I started. You’ll join the weaklings of your family!” Hunter taunted, his tone sadistic. “Let’s see if you scream as much as your little brother and mother did!”

In a whisper, I heard the wolf say something only I could catch:

“Hold on tight!”

The sounds of the nocturnal forest echo as a prelude to the impending battle. A deep howl pierced through the trees, slicing through the night air like a sharp blade. In response, a low, threatening growl reverberated, followed by the crunch of branches breaking under heavy paws.

The first attack erupted with a sound of raw rage and fury, claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. The other werewolf, moving with fluid speed, dodged skillfully and countered with a guttural snarl. His claws slashed through the air like thunder, creating a deadly arc.

The sounds of impact filled the forest, mingling with the grating noise of clenched teeth and the heavy thuds of thick hides colliding. A roar of pain and frustration mixed with the sound of a body crashing to the ground, followed by a victorious snarl.

Silence settled in, broken only by the sound of labored breathing. Something gripped my shoulders tightly, and the voice that followed, laden with hatred and contempt, sent a shiver from the base of my spine to the top of my head.

“Cursed blind wolf, this is all your fault. I curse you to wither in the claws of this damned Alpha and bring hell to all the packs!” Hunter growled menacingly in my face, his breath heavy with the metallic stench of blood. The sound of something piercing flesh was almost tangible.

Hunter's heartbeat grew louder, as if his heart were exposed before us. Only then did I remember the vision and began to piece together what was happening. Slowly, the beats became irregular, fading in rhythm. A loud popping noise, like a bursting bubble, echoed through the forest. My father's claws loosened their grip on my shoulders, sliding down my fragile, battered body until something slimy dampened my paws.

“The Lycan King has fallen!” the wolves roared in victory, making me believe my pack had surrendered.

I sat back on my hind legs, waiting for the werewolf from my vision to approach. His heavy footsteps made the very trees tremble in his presence. His scent, though saturated with the odor of blood, carried an undertone of something I couldn’t identify.

The sharp clink of claws created a piercing sound that grated against my sensitive hearing. I growled instinctively, only to feel his powerful presence drawing closer. Despite the overwhelming force of his aura, I felt no fear. Something about this being calmed me.

“So, the rumors were true… Hunter not only kept his daughter as a prisoner but also hunted her.” The deep timbre of his voice sent a strange, pleasant tingle through my ears. “Tell me, blind wolf, I just killed your father. Do you hate me for it?”