Liosha’s POV
“Dad, you can't be serious!” What the hell is he thinking?! “I understand that you’re really strong, but these alphas have been killing strategically, gathering power in their hands. You can’t take them on alone. You’ll need an army!” “I can’t spare an army right now, Liosha. What happens if the pack house is attacked while I’m away?” “I’ll keep it safe!” “You can solo a whole army?” “I sure as hell can try.” I stick my chin out defiantly, silently challenging him. “Be reasonable, Liosha.” His voice softens now. “I am.” I calm down, too, fighting the tears pooling in my eyes. I can’t afford to cry now and look weak in front of my dad and his beta. “Hugo, maybe she’s right. We’re going to need all the help we can get against those guys,” Jon pipes up, causing us to turn our attention to him. My dad sighs and leans back on the table while rubbing his eyes. “So, what would you have me do?” my dad asks him. “We have strong warriors; a single warrior is equal to the strength of five average werewolves. We can divide our military strength, gather some of our finest warriors, and take them to battle the alphas with us, leaving the majority of the warriors here to defend the house in case of a surprise attack,” Jon says. “That sounds like a good plan, but remember we can’t move in large groups,” my dad retorts. “We won’t. Ten skilled men should be able to move without being noticed,” Jon says again. “Nine men,” I correct them. “What?” my dad asks. “Nine skilled men and one woman. I’m going as well.” “Nonsense! You will do no such thing!” My dad booms, sending shivers down my spine. “I have bested your best warriors in one-on-one combat every time we fight. I have been trained to launch coordinated attacks with the warriors! I am just as good as any warrior, and I am going.” “I will not risk having my heir on the front lines. Your brothers' combined strengths will guarantee us better odds of winning the battle.” “Sure, you’ll need them too. The pack’s elders can handle affairs here while we’re gone, but I am going, and you’ll have to kill me yourself to stop me!” I stare him down; his jaw clenches in anger, but I don’t back down. “I’m off to make preparations. You can start the selection without me.” I turn and leave, and I can hear my dad scream curse words as he smashes the table with his fist. The world feels like everything’s at a standstill, as if every living thing can sense the intensity brewing among the selected warriors. We all stand in line as my dad paces back and forth in front of us, his brows furrowed as if he’s deep in thought, trying to find the right words to say to us. Some of us have never experienced battles we weren’t sure of winning, and this certainly feels like one of those battles.“Warriors!” My dad finally speaks up, his voice loud and commanding. “Some of you here have never known the true despair of battle; some of you have never fought hard until it feels like you’re going to take your last breath; some of you here do not know true pain. But everyone standing in line has been carefully chosen because you possess skills that far surpass those of mere men. You are about to face a threat far bigger than what any of us can imagine, but your skills, which you have worked so hard to sharpen, are what will save you today. Trust your instincts and trust in your comrades because it is only with the trust we have in ourselves and our comrades on the battlefield that we can win, for all the men, women, and children in Santiago, our territory. I swear by the authority the moon goddess has bestowed upon me as Alpha, and upon you as members of the bloodline, that today we will come back victorious!”
“YEAH!” The ground shakes as every warrior around screams with newfound strength! His courageous words send waves of fire to the chosen warriors, our loud war cries evident of our newfound strength and faith in ourselves.
“Now march with me as we fight together, bleed together, and win together!”
“YEAH!!” We all scream again, and Jon starts running into the woods as the screams echo around the camp. We all follow suit, running at top speed behind him. His speed is incredible, but I’m fired up now; I pick up my pace and try to close the distance, zooming ahead of my brothers and husband. The closing gap forces a smirk to my lips, but I celebrate too soon when I see my father zoom past us all. His glowing red eyes, sharp claws, and extra body hair are proof that he’s serious now. He reaches Beta Jon easily, and the once-reachable beta picks up speed as well, leaving the rest of us chasing their dust, but our eyes can still see their backs despite the distance.
My dad slows down and raises a hand, and as if practiced, we all stop and begin to move cautiously. He’s crouching now, like he has prey in sight. I can see him sniff around, and then he looks back at us with fear evident in his eyes. Just then, one of the pack warriors is whisked out of our midst, a flash of red eyes and his quickly silenced scream the only evidence that he was there. Our plan to attack stealthily has fallen through, and our position is already compromised. My dad’s initial distraction leaves him open to an attack from an alpha, with Beta Jon fending off another. So, I take charge of our remaining comrades. “Everyone, take formation three!” They’re trained warriors and move instinctively into a circle with our backs to each other, their movements no longer frantic. “We have been surrounded, and we don’t know by how many, so be on your guard!” “Aye!” they all scream as we strengthen the circle, spears and swords pointing outward and our shields raised, ready to fend off any attack. We’re one man down now, and we don’t know just how many they are, but from the reports, they shouldn’t be any more than five. My dad and Hugo have two occupied, meaning it’s about nineteen to three; the odds are in our favor. The intensity of the battlefield is thick enough to be cut with a knife, but we stand firm and wait for the enemy to make the first move. We can win this!Liosha’s POVThe fire is dying.Jon’s breathing is shallow but steady. My father leans against the wall, arms crossed, lost in thought. And Sebastian? He hasn’t moved from the door all night.I haven’t slept. Not really. I just sit and listen to the wind, to the silence, to my own heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.The masked thing’s voice won’t leave me alone.“Give me the bloodline’s Luna.”“You wear your mother’s blood like a shield.”“The goddess will not save you.”I clench my jaw. I want answers. I want vengeance. But right now, I’d settle for ten minutes without a migraine.“You should rest,” Sebastian says, voice low.I glance up. His back is still to me. He’s staring into the trees like he’s waiting for death to crawl out of them.“I’m fine,” I reply.“Liosha…”“I said I’m fine.”He finally turns. The firelight makes his eyes look silver, stormy, and unreadable.“You’ve got blood on your neck,” he says.
Liosha’s POVPain wakes me.Not the sharp kind. The dull, all-over kind, the kind that wraps around your ribs and hums like a warning.My eyes crack open. The ceiling above me is stone. Damp. My body’s lying on something that might be a blanket, might be moss. It could be both.Voices drift in like fog. Faint. Familiar.“She’s waking.”I blink again. My father’s face comes into view, blood on his cheek, worry in his eyes.“You back with us, munchkin?”I try to sit up, but my ribs scream. “Ouch, okay, that’s new.”“You landed hard,” he says, helping me into a half-sit. “Don’t rush it.”My throat’s dry as sand. “Jon?”“Alive,” he answers. “Barely. But alive.”I breathe out slowly. Thank the goddess.We’re in a cave. The air smells of smoke and wet stone. I hear a river outside. We must’ve made it past the ridge.Across the room, Sebastian stands like a statue, shirtless, arms folded, still as stone. His skin is streaked with dried blood. Some his, some not.His eyes aren’t on me. They’re
Liosha’s POVThe howls are close now.Carlos coughs on the ground, barely upright. But my eyes lock on the tree line. The air shifts, cold and heavy. Something’s coming.“They’re not just passing through,” Sebastian says. “They’re hunting us.”“How?” I ask.“They weren’t tracking you,” he says tightly. “They were tracking him.”He nods at Carlos.Carlos scowls. “I just killed two rogue alphas.”“Exactly,” Sebastian cuts in. “You stole their power. Power leaves a trail.”My father steps forward, sword dripping. “We move. Now.”“Wait, Jon,” I breathe.I spot him, slumped against a tree, blood soaking his side. Barely conscious.I drop beside him. “Jon! Stay with me.”His eyes flutter. “Get out… lead them…”“No,” I whisper. “Not without you.”“Liosha!” Sebastian’s voice snaps through the link. He’s shifted, massive and silver, radiating command.“You and your father get Jon out. I’ll hold the front.”“You’ll die,” I snap back.“Trust me.”He doesn’t wait. He bolts toward the treeline.My
“Mate,” I whispered.The word left my lips like a spark, but inside, it was wildfire. Something ancient in me stirred. Not thought. Not memory.Instinct.He stepped into view through the broken circle of trees, bare-chested, blood-streaked, aura rolling off him like a storm. Not his blood. His arms were stained with someone else’s. His presence hit like thunder, wild and terrifying… and familiar.Carlos groaned beside me, trying to push himself upright. “What the hell is this...?”The stranger glanced down at him without blinking. “You made a mess.”His voice was deep. Low. Steady. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my ribs.My wolf… she was practically pacing inside me, restless, breathless. Awake.Carlos spat, blood dripping from his mouth. “Who the hell are you?”The man’s jaw clenched. His tone deepened“Someone who doesn’t take betrayal lightly.”Jon stepped beside me, voice scratchy, uncertain. “Do you know him?”“I… no,” I said. But I couldn’t stop staring. My eyes
At an instant, Carlos walked into the opening, bathed in moonlight, it was like he was late for a show or something. He was calm, composed, but there was this disturbing dark energy radiating off him. It was bad. Bad.Then I saw it. Blood. Soaking the sleeves of his shirt. But it wasn't his.My eyes darted past him, and I saw them. Two rogue alphas. Lying lifeless on the ground. Their necks? Snapped. Chests? Ripped to shreds. Their strength... gone. You didn't even need to have super smell to know Carlos had taken their power for himself."Carlos?" I said, croaked out, and walked forward by a step.He looked at me like I was some stranger he had never seen before. Then smiled and spoke."You owe me some gratitude, Liosha. I just saved your skins."My dad, who was trying to get up beside me, chest heaving, glared hard at Carlos. You weren't even fighting. You were just watching.Watching, Carlos repeated, a smirk playing on his lips. Just looking for the perfect opportunity."You plann
Carlos' smirk just sends chills down my spine.We're all dodging claws, teeth, and flying steel out here, fighting for our lives. Yet, all I can think about is Carlos. Up there, playing safe, just watching us like it's some sort of show. There wasn't even a flicker of worry in those golden eyes; he just stood there with his arms crossed. Like whatever, you know?What is his deal?"Carlos!" I shout to him using our pack link. I kick a rogue's butt and slice his leg. No answer. "Carlos, get your butt down here now!"Still nothing.My wolf is growling. I’m so ticked off. What a chicken.Beta Jon gets knocked down, and I rush to cover him. I jump between him and the other alpha who’s coming in for the kill. I bite down hard on the alpha's arm, ripping the skin and drawing blood. The guy screams.Giving Jon enough time to stand."Thanks", Jon says, panting."We're being watched", I say, my eyes flicking back to where Carlos was standing. The spot is empty."He's gone", I whisper, baffled.