The battlefield of blood and moonlight

Raven’s POV. 

The battlefield was covered in blood, the air filled with blood scent. The full moon shone down, casting light over the fight happening below. Growls and howls filled the night as we fought with the Lycans.

For centuries, they had hunted us, killing our kind without mercy, and we have had enough of the torture. Werewolves have decided to fight back for their land and that was what we have been doing for almost a decade now, and that is what we are doing now. 

My pack fought with everything they had, the Lycans were bigger, stronger, faster, more ruthless, but my people were more determined, desperate to fight for what they had lost. 

Their claws sinking into the Lycans flesh, their teeth tore into bodies. The ground was filled with the dead—ours and theirs.

 At first, we were winning against them. We pushed them back, attacking with all our strength. The Lycans were not ones to retreat but I actually saw some running away like the cowards they were. 

We were definitely going to win this war. This Lycan pack was actually stronger than the ones that we had previously defeated, they were definitely ten times stronger than the last pack and I would give them the praise but even with their strength, we were still winning and this pack would soon be among the many Lycan packs defeated…under my reign. 

I saw Damien, my second-in-command and Beta, rip out the throat of a Lycan with one powerful swipe. Blood sprayed everywhere as the creature collapsed. 

Nearby, Richard, our fastest fighter and Gamma of my pack, moved like a shadow, striking before the Lycans even saw him coming.

I fought beside them, my  claws tore into the Lycans, my fangs sinking into flesh, my mouth dripping with blood—their blood, the Lycan blood covered my fur. 

We were close to victory, I could feel it. 

Then suddenly everything changed.

A deep, bone-chilling howl echoed through the night, It came from the woods beyond the battlefield. 

“More Lycans,” I growled, snarling in the woods. My eyes filled with venom. 

My people froze, staring deep into the woods, ready to tear apart the next troupe of Lycans coming our way. 

The forest trees started shaking, loud thud emerging from the woods, whatever that was, it or they were fucking big. 

My eyes widened in alarm, as I locked eyes with one of the Lycan who walked out of the woods.

“Alphas.”

Not one, not two but ten of them. 

This was the first time we were fighting with Lycan Alphas, although we defeated more than ten Lycan packs, we haven't really fought with their alphas. 

I always wondered where the Lycan Alphas run to, but now I know where they all ran to. They were standing right in front, they actually teamed up to fight us. And everyone knows that it can take more than ten wolves to beat up a Lycan Alpha but ten of them, I don't know how we would pull that off, with the little men we have left. 

The Lycan Alphas howled together, their voices shaking the ground which made my people stagger backwards in fear, even I was a little afraid.  My people were already exhausted from the earlier fight and just when we thought it was finally over, it turned out it was just the beginning. 

This was definitely a trap. 

“We have to retreat,” Richard shouted, his loud ringing voice echoing in my head. 

I turned to him with a glare, I have told him several times not to shout, we are all synced together, we can all hear his thoughts loud and clear. 

“Enough,” Damien scolded him, gritting his teeth. “Stop discouraging the others, we fight to our last.”

“Exactly,” I roared, stepping forward. “We do not retreat, We fight for every werewolf they have killed! We fight for our future! Stand your ground!”

My words brought back the determination and anger in them. Their eyes burned with new fire, they howled in response, charging towards the Lycan Alphas who were also charging towards us. 

The fight continued, more brutal and powerful than the earlier fight, I could hear the painful howls of my people as the Lycan Alphas tore them into pieces, bones broke under one powerful crash from the Lycan Alphas. 

The Lycans fought harder, but we fought harder too.

I fought alongside my people, tackling the ones that seemed more powerful.

One of the monsters was a huge black furred beast and had red, glowing eyes. He tore through our ranks, killing my warriors like they were nothing—he was too strong. 

Another one was faster. He moved like a blur, weaving between my people, slashing their throats before they could react. My people's bodies dropped down—dead as he passed them. 

The third was the worst. He was covered in scars, his muscles were thick and he was almost ten times my size and he was coming straight for me.

I braced myself, preparing to take this beast down, He was fast—too fast. In seconds, he was right in front of me. I swung first, aiming for his throat, but he dodged easily.

Then he hit me, his huge body slammed into mine. I felt my ribs crack as I flew through the air, crashing onto the blood-soaked ground.

 I gasped in pain, trying to get up, but he was already on me.

His breath was hot on my face, his teeth gleamed in the moonlight as his long sharp fangs reached for my throat, with all my strength, I swung my hand at his side, my claws cut deep into his flesh. 

He howled in pain but that didn't stop him, It only made him angrier.

He growled, his eyes burning with rage, before I could move out of the way, his massive jaws clamped down on my side.

I howled in pain as his fangs sank deeper, my vision blurred, everything slowly fading away as it finally let me go. 

The last thing I saw before everything went dark was my warriors still fighting, tears flowing down my eyes as I heard someone shouting my name in the distance. 

Then everything went black.