LOGINThe warrior nearest him stepped forward and reported, voice careful. "Alpha Maxwell, Vice Captain Lance confirms his side is clear and the perimeter is secure. Alpha Hue says the rogues on their side have been cleared as well. We’ve defended the territory. Shall we pursue the two who escaped?"Maxwell’s jaw tightened as he weighed the cost of the chase.Maxwell shook his head. He couldn’t tell if those two still had tricks hidden up their sleeves, and a cornered dog was bound to bite. Sending his men after Chase might only get them killed.Besides, as Carlisle had said, that man wasn’t weak; Chase could stand toe-to-toe with Maxwell himself. Yet, instead of fighting to the end or trying to turn the tide, Chase chose to flee. That alone spoke volumes.It suggested that his objectives weren’t aligned with Marcus’s or the others’. Perhaps he was waging a quiet war of his own against the very people who had sent him. If that was the case, then his actions might actually be helping Maxwell
He had already made his decision long before this moment; that was why he acted so decisively earlier, striking without hesitation. Now, as he sensed Marcus trying to reach his people through the mindlink, Maxwell knew exactly what was happening. Marcus was calling for reinforcements.Would he allow that?Of course not.Maxwell’s expression hardened as he closed the distance between them, each step heavy with deadly intent.Maxwell’s claws elongated, gleaming under the faint light. In a blur of motion, he lunged, his target clear: Marcus’s neck. One clean strike to separate the head from the body. Even if the wolf tried to heal him, it would be pointless... assuming it even wanted to.But Marcus’s wolf had long since given up. It welcomed death, its mind twisted with exhaustion and despair. As Maxwell closed in, the creature retreated peacefully into the darkness, almost smiling as it awaited the end, like a prisoner finally being pardoned after endless torment. Being bound to Marcus
But Marcus’s instincts were sharp. He managed to pull out a silver dagger, still coated with wolfsbane, the very same blade he’d used to injure Sylas, and slashed it forward to block Maxwell’s sudden strike.Maxwell reacted quickly, stepping back just in time, but not fast enough to avoid the blade entirely. The dagger grazed his forearm, and the sizzling sound of burning flesh filled the air. Blood seeped from the wound, dark and thick, as the wolfsbane began to seep into his bloodstream.Maxwell’s brow furrowed slightly; he could already feel his wolf growling in agitation, reacting violently to the toxin. Fortunately, only a small trace had entered his system, enough to sting, but not enough to sever his connection to his wolf.Still, the irritation was enough to make his wolf bristle with fury, eager to tear Marcus apart for daring to touch their Alpha blood.Marcus smirked provocatively at Maxwell as he brought the dagger closer to his body. But Maxwell, clearly annoyed, suddenly
Maxwell sprinted at full speed, and the moment he burst out of the forest, a hellish sight greeted him: towers of flame devouring the houses, painting the ground in a blood-red glow. Rogues rampaged through the Golden Hue Pack’s territory, tearing everything apart as if determined to leave no survivors.Without hesitation, Maxwell lunged into the chaos. His massive paws crushed skulls, and his powerful jaws tore through flesh, each movement swift and merciless. Rogues fell before they even realized what struck them, their lives snuffed out in an instant as Maxwell became a blur of death and fury.The warriors following Maxwell froze for a moment, their eyes reflecting the burning houses ahead. But the bloodcurdling screams of the rogues jolted them back to their senses like a splash of cold water. Fury reignited in their veins as they remembered the attack that had ravaged their home.Fueled by rage, grief, and frustration, they charged into battle with everything they had. Every slas
Their faces paled at the sight, but there was no time to hesitate. They sprinted toward the packhouse as fast as their battered bodies could manage, doing their best to stay out of the rogues’ line of sight.They already knew that the noncombatants had likely been evacuated there, the safest place, guarded by the elite warriors. And if Alpha Maxwell truly was nearby, they could leave the extermination of these rogues to him. Their only mission now was to get Sylas to safety, alive, and into the hands of the medical team before it was too late.The medical team was most likely stationed at the packhouse, which was why they were heading there. As they ran, the air was filled with the chilling echoes of the rogues’ deranged laughter, mixed with feral howls and guttural growls.The sounds alone made their skin crawl; it was as if the cries came straight from the depths of hell itself."Don’t stop. Run, and don’t look back," the captain ordered, his voice sharp and unwavering despite the e
The rogue glared at the three men crawling on the ground as they fled in the distance, hatred blazing in his fading eyes. As his final breath escaped him, his body slid down the trunk, eyes still wide open, burning with fury even in death. Because of the trap, Marcus’s men couldn’t advance any farther. One of them tried to crawl through the obstacle, but the captain had already circled around and pulled another hidden string. In an instant, a barrage of poisoned arrows shot out from the darkness. The rogue froze mid-crawl, confusion flashing across his eyes before pain flooded his body. Dozens of arrows pierced through him, turning him into something resembling a hedgehog. He didn’t even have time to scream. The venom worked fast, spreading through his blood and reaching his heart within seconds, then, everything went still. His body collapsed lifelessly, eyes blank and unmoving. Only Marcus and one rogue were left standing. The captain glanced back, then turned and sprinted with
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