The man’s presence stopped all the chaos and fighting. The ongoing skirmish was no longer of concern to them. One thing that immediately caught their attention was the fact that the man was actually there.
In fact, some of the pack had doubted the man’s existence. They thought that perhaps he was a fictional character created to stir up trouble within the pack all the time. They also suspected that there were evil forces deliberately creating him as a scapegoat for all the problems. Thus, many of them considered the man to be just a pawn, much like a chess piece, and the real player was Mireya.
However, these speculations were shattered. The unexpected appearance of the man completely dispelled such possibilities. They could see that the man and Mireya were on opposite sides. Mireya’s face changed and became pale. Her reaction clearly indicated that the man’s appearance was not what she had hoped for. Then they all fell silent.
On the other hand, the man’s presence also had an effect on Berg. He vividly remembered that the Man was the only person who could outsmart his guards at the Palace. The man could come and go so easily without being detected by the guards. Even the sophisticated equipment that was the main facility of the palace became completely useless.
There was frustration, but curiosity prevailed. Berg remembered well that the man had once risked his life to save Vione. Then a question came to his mind. What would he do now? Could it be possible?
Berg’s curiosity was answered a moment later. The man moved and suddenly several wolves were thrown in all directions. He attacked the wolves with precise and effective blows. After that, he immediately approached Ayla.
Ayla was stunned. Their eyes met, and a hint of intention to avoid the man vanished instantly. The aura emanating from the man promised security, the only thing a werewolf could get from its Alpha.
Ayla’s fear vanished completely. Her eyes welled up. A desire arose. She wanted to call the man, but her tongue was tied. So, she called him only in her mind. Alpha.
The man stood directly in front of Ayla. He positioned himself, indicating solid protection.
Just as Berg had suspected. The man came and risked being caught by the pack to save Ayla. All doubts vanished and he made a momentous decision. He howled, and suddenly several other wolves formed.
Berg ordered his team to protect the human. Then he turned to signal the man to leave with Ayla immediately. But their eyes met and he was instantly frozen.
The man’s gaze pierced the depths of Berg’s soul. A flicker of golden sparkle in the man’s eyes instantly brought peace to his restless and angry wolf spirit. A trace of calm began to flow through him, creating determination and strength that seemed to come from nowhere.
The man nodded to Berg. Then he reached for Ayla’s hand and motioned for her to walk with him. He ignored the renewed fighting. His priority was clearly to rescue Ayla.
Meanwhile, Mireya would not let the man and Ayla escape so easily. She raised her hand and gave an order. “Capture the man and Ayla!”
The wolves, obeying Mireya’s command, moved again. They tried to intercept the man and Ayla, but Berg and his team would not stand idly by. So, the fight continued.
Berg howled again. He and his team fought bravely so that the man and Ayla could leave safely.
Mireya was furious. She growled with clenched fists. She wanted to intervene, but she remembered how easily the man had embarrassed her the other day. She realized that fighting and defeating the man was beyond her abilities.
“Usher!” Mireya snapped as she turned away. Her anger sparked an intention to use the situation to provoke Usher again. “Did you see that? Ayla and-” Her sentence was cut short when she saw Usher moaning in pain. Usher’s body was bent over and he was clutching his chest. “Usher, what’s wrong? What happened to you?”
Usher did not answer Mireya’s question. His hearing seemed to be failing, and all he could hear was a deafening buzzing, as if thousands of bees were buzzing around him.
Usher’s eyes bulged terribly, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. His eyeballs were filled with a frightening red color. Sweat poured down his face, and veins bulged across his forehead. He looked tortured and collapsed to the floor.
Usher’s moans grew louder. He clenched his fists, then pounded on the floor until it cracked. He tried to fight the pain that enveloped his entire body, but he could not.
Pain and agony struck every nerve point. Pain seemed to loosen every bone and joint. Usher howled and his breath became labored.
Heat rose. Thin smoke billowed. Usher’s body seemed to be on fire, his skin turning red. He was scorched, and the stinging sensation made him aware of the source of all his suffering.
Usher was in great pain. The longer it lasted, the more unbearable the pain became. Finally, he reached the limit of his endurance. He collapsed, and the only thing that continued to fill his mind during the ordeal was the gaze of the man who resembled a mirror.
Different emotions were reflected. Strangely enough, everything was reflected in the opposite direction. The weakness emanating from Usher’s eyes was met with strength. His fear was met by courage. His despair was met with resurrection.
Usher felt something strange the moment the man arrived. His heart was beating erratically, extremely uncomfortably. His circulation was disturbed, and the worst was when they accidentally locked eyes. His Alpha tattoo stung immediately.
Usher’s world spun around. Everything was thrown into uncertainty. Then his eyes closed and everything went dark.
“Usher!”
Mireya’s voice cut through the cacophony of battle sounds. She approached Usher and looked after him. Various confusions filled her mind, and then she asked herself. What happened to Usher?
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