"Run, Anna!" Lucas yelled as he positioned himself between Kane and me. I was unable to move, but his voice trembled with urgency. My gaze flickered between Lucas and the towering guy in front of us.
"I'm not leaving you!" I shouted back, refusing to turn and face him.
Kane's claws slashed through the air as he attacked with predatory speed and precision before either of us could say anything more. Lucas barely escaped the blow before retaliating with his dagger, and my heart stopped.
Kane's arm was caught by the blade, but it looked to cause no harm, as though Lucas had attempted to sever stone. With his teeth bared, Kane growled and struck once more. His claws hit their target this time, ripping across Lucas's side.
"Lucas!" The sight of his blood made me scream, fear tearing through me.
"I said run!" Stunned but still in his protective position, he screamed back. His shirt was leaking blood, but he forced himself to ignore the pain.
Kane's eyes glinted with vicious enjoyment as he circled Lucas like a wolf playing with its prey, and I stared in fear. "You think you can protect her?" he mockingly asked Lucas. "You're nothing but a coward hiding behind a false name."
Lucas decided to keep Kane away from me rather than answer the taunt. As I fought with what to do, I stood motionless, breathing rapidly and shallowly. Kane was clearly superior to Lucas since he was stronger, faster, and more seasoned.
"You have to go, Anna," Lucas gritted his teeth and muttered as he deflected another of Kane's hits. "If he gets his hands on you, it's over."
I couldn't force myself to answer, couldn't let him go.
Kane laughed icily, sending chills down my spine. "She will not leave you. Isn't it foolish? Devotion to a criminal such as yourself."
As Kane swung left and right, his claws cutting into Lucas's shoulder, my gut heaved. Lucas staggered but stayed upright, barely holding back his scream of agony.
"Lucas!" Despite myself, I moved closer and yelled out.
He swiveled slightly to look into my eyes. "Please, Anna. Go!"
I reluctantly took a step back, tears welling up in my eyes. I felt a physical ache in my chest at the idea of leaving him behind.
Kane's derisive chuckle repeated once again. "You see? She is aware that you are not worth saving."
I saw Lucas's face light up with anger. Aiming for Kane's throat, he sprang at him, but Kane seized his wrist in the middle of the blow. As Kane forced Lucas to drop the knife by twisting his arm, my blood ran cold.
"Pathetic," Kane growled, his face inches from Lucas's.
With his free hand futilely clutching at Kane's arm, Lucas fought against his hold. I took action after seeing how useless he was.
"Let him go!" I yelled.
Kane looked at me with a laugh on his face. "And what are you going to do about it, little omega?"
I looked at the treeline for a minute, thinking of taking to the skies. However, I couldn't and wouldn't leave Lucas. On the ground, I found a thick, broken tree branch instead, and I picked it up.
"Anna, no!" Lucas gave a raspy yell.
I took the branch in my hands and ignored his warning. I charged at Kane with a mixture of fear and determination.
Before he could even respond, I swung the branch as hard as I could and struck the side of his head. My arms shook from the hit. As Kane stumbled, his hold on Lucas weakened sufficiently to allow him to escape.
I didn't stop to reflect. I struck Kane in the back with another swing. With a low growl in his throat, he fell to his knees.
"Get up, Lucas!" With a trembling but determined voice, I screamed.
Kane turned to face me, his eyes burning with rage as Lucas fumbled for his dagger.
"You'll regret that," he growled ominously.
Despite my shaking hands, I kept the branch up as I took a step back.
"Not if I stop you first," Lucas answered, pulling himself up in front of me once more.
Kane's eyes moved back and forth between us, his face darkening. "You think you've won?"
Lucas stayed silent. Rather, he sprang forward, aiming his blade for Kane's chest. The blade caught Kane's side despite his deft dodge, causing a major cut.
The area was filled with Kane's cry of misery. I swung the branch again, hitting his shoulder before he could retaliate.
"Go!" Lucas yelled. "Now's our chance!"
I paused for a second, then nodded. Kane's angry growls followed us through the trees as we turned and ran.
Our breath came in desperate gasps as we ran, the forest fading into the distance. I could see Lucas using energy to push past the pain of his injuries.
"Lucas," I choked out, "do you think he'll follow us?"
"Yes," he said right away. "But we'll be ready."
After breaking through the tree line, we arrived at the edge of a fast moving river. We had no choice, but the water appeared scary and frigid.
"Can you swim?" Lucas turned to face me and asked.
I nodded, but the sight of the moving water made me unsure.
"Good," he said. "Because we don't have a choice."
We dove into the cold current together, hoping it would carry us away from Kane and away from the beach.
With my luggage draped over my shoulder and a weary but determined heart, I stood at the edge of the woodland. Beside me were Lucas and Maia, whose faces reflected mine: a mixture of resolve and melancholy.Cain came toward us, his eyes full of resolution but his face etched with fatigue. Although he had been among Oliver's most devoted soldiers, the insurrection had altered him. We were leaving him in control after he had fought with us and put his life in danger for the pack."Are you sure about this?" he said softly.I gave a nod. "Cain, you're the greatest option. You are trusted by the pack. They will follow you."He paused, his eyes darting between Maia and Lucas. "How about the three of you? Where are you going?""Somewhere new," was all I said. "A place where we can start again."Cain's face softened as he nodded. "You've done enough for this pack. More than sufficient. Go if this is what you need. We'll be alright."I said my
In the broken remnants of Nightshade's great hall, the firelight wavered, creating unsettling shadows on the stone walls. I had nothing left to offer the pack, but they continued to hover, perhaps awaiting guidance. There was still a weight in my chest. I didn't feel like I had won, even though Oliver was defeated and his rule was overthrown by the people he used to rule.Sitting next to me on a splintered wooden bench, Maia was looking off into space as she absently traced a scar over her arm. Ever the guardian, Lucas stood a few feet away, his gaze sweeping the still audience.After a long pause, Lucas whispered, "They need a leader." He spoke in a quiet, wary tone. "Someone to rebuild what's left."Slowly, I nodded. "They need someone," I said, then looked over at Maia.She stiffened as I stared at her. "Don't even think about it."I cocked my head. "Why not?"She gave a dry laugh, but it was devoid of any humor. "Becaus
The trumpet's call echoed through the broken remains of Nightshade, a sound that once sent fear rippling through the pack but now carried a different weight. A summons. A reckoning.I stood in the heart of the pack's gathering grounds, where months ago, I had watched Leo be condemned to death. My fingers tightened into fists at my sides as I forced myself to take in every detail... the stone platform, the lofty arches, the wooden beams above that had once felt oppressive. The torches flickered, casting long shadows against the walls, just like they had that night.Only this time, it wasn't Leo standing before the pack.It was Oliver.He was on his knees in the center of the hall, bound, his body battered and broken. Blood matted his dark hair, his once-imposing body slumped forward in exhaustion. The very warriors who had formerly battled under him stood around the perimeter of the hall, their gazes flitting between me and the fall
There was silence on the battlefield.The silence was not one that resulted from relief or tranquility. It was the thick, stifling type that comes after a storm, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The ground was covered in fallen people, and the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and blood. With a mixture of amazement and incredulity, the rebels who had survived the slaughter and were still standing glanced at Anna.Oliver was lying at her feet, immobile and broken. His burnt body stood out sharply against the blood-soaked ground below, and his once-imposing figure had now collapsed into a crumpled heap. He was not yet dead, but he was very nearly so. His chest rose and fell in weak, irregular spasms, and his breaths were shallow.With her shoulders heaving and her hands still burning dimly from the last of her power, Anna stood over him. Her hair was knotted and wild, and her face was stained with blood and filth, but her ey
All I could do was observe.My entire existence begged me to step in, step in, and support Anna as she faced Oliver alone. However, I was unable to.I shouldn't.This was her fight.Standing opposite Oliver, Anna's body was bruised and covered in blood, yet her unwavering will remained burning. I had never seen the raw electricity crackle in the air around her before. It was hazardous, untamed, and wild. There was nothing weak about the dim glow that flickered from her palms, like a fading ember. The ground beneath her boots seemed to be reacting to her, quivering in expectation of what lay ahead.Oliver rolled his shoulders and grinned as though this were merely a minor annoyance. I shuddered at his self-assurance. For so long, he had ruled by terror, destroying anybody who tried to oppose him. He now considered Anna to be simply another idiot who believed they could prevail.However, she wasn't.
The battlefield was a bloody, chaotic nightmare.The night was filled with screams as the rebels gave it their all in battle, but Oliver's forces were unrelenting and mercilessly defeated us. My muscles ached from the never ending battle, and I was breathing in ragged breaths, but there was no time to pause. Another life was lost with every second that passed.Maia was down.Across the field, I saw her fall, hitting the ground with a horrible crack. As I surged at her, avoiding an enemy's claws at the last second, my stomach knotted in terror."Maia!" I fell on my knees next to her. Her breathing was shallow, and blood was leaking from a deep wound along her shoulder.Her body trembled uncontrollably as she attempted to push herself up. "I'm fine," she rasped, but I could tell she wasn't."You're not," I said as I applied pressure to the cut. My palm was stained by the warmth of her blood, and my chest developed a hollow hole.Lucas s