3rd person’s POV
The clash of swords and the roar of fury echoed across the battlefield as Dimitri, in his cursed Lycan form, faced off against the rogue leader. The fight was a brutal spectacle of violence and raw power, each blow exchanged with a force that shook the ground beneath them. The rogue leader, equally fierce and determined, matched Dimitri’s ferocity, the two of them locked in a deadly dance of strength and savagery.
Dimitri’s transformation had given him a formidable advantage, but it also brought its own set of challenges. His monstrous form was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, a testament to the raw power he wielded. Yet, the very strength that made him a fearsome warrior also threatened to overwhelm him, the dark curse within him pushing him toward the brink of destruction.
He forged forward and faced the werewolf hunters first and hunt them all down, then turned back and face Maksim who was trying to escape.
As Dimitri and the rogue leader battled, the tide of the fight began to turn. Dimitri’s blows were relentless, each strike landing with bone-shattering force. The rogue leader, though skilled and fierce, struggled to keep up with the sheer power and aggression of Dimitri’s cursed Lycan form. It was clear that Dimitri’s strength was tipping the scales in their favor.
The rogue leader’s once-confident stance began to falter, his movements growing increasingly desperate as Dimitri pressed his advantage. Maksim’s attempts to counterattack were met with brutal efficiency, each blow from Dimitri pushing him further back. It was only a matter of time before Dimitri would gain the upper hand.
With a final, decisive roar, Dimitri unleashed a powerful swipe of his claws that struck the rogue leader with devastating force. The rogue staggered, blood streaming from the gaping wound, and with a final, pained cry, he fell to the ground. Dimitri stood over him, panting heavily, his victorious stance contrasting sharply with the feral rage in his eyes.
But as the rogue leader lay defeated, Dimitri’s victory was marred by the growing threat of his own cursed Lycan side. The dark power that had fueled his strength was now turning inward, its influence threatening to consume him entirely. His breaths were ragged, his once-controlled movements becoming erratic and unstable.
Louis mind-linked Kate, to move closer to Dimitri,
Kate, who is fighting valiantly alongside the warriors, glanced over to Dimitri side as witnessed the devastating scene from a distance. Her heart ached as she saw Dimitri’s struggle, the sight of his powerful form wracked with uncontrolled fury filling her with a deep sense of dread. She knew that despite their victory, the true challenge was far from over. The battle was not won until Dimitri could regain control.
Without hesitation, Kate pushed through the remaining chaos, her focus solely on Dimitri. The battlefield, now littered with the fallen warriors and rogues, seemed to fade into the background as she made her way toward him. Her heart pounded in her chest, each step driven by a mixture of fear and determination.
As she reached Dimitri, she could see the internal battle raging within him. His eyes, once filled with the fierce resolve of a leader, were now clouded with a wild, unrestrained fury. His form, though victorious, was trembling, the dark curse threatening to overtake him completely.
“Dimitri!” Kate’s voice cut through the din of the battlefield, firm and urgent. She approached him cautiously, her eyes filled with both concern and resolve. “You have to fight it! You’re stronger than this!”
Dimitri’s head snapped toward her, his eyes reflecting a tumult of emotions. For a moment, it seemed as though the darkness within him was winning, the cursed power surging uncontrollably. He let out a guttural roar, his form quivering with the effort to contain the rage.
Kate took a deep breath, her own fear pushed aside by her resolve. She reached out to Dimitri, her hands trembling slightly as she made contact with his powerful form. The bond between them, forged through their shared experiences and trials, pulsed with a powerful energy. She concentrated on that connection, channeling her own strength and calm into it.
“Dimitri, listen to me!” she urged, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her insides. “I’m here. We’re going to get through this together. You’re not alone.”
As she spoke, Kate focused on their bond, the deep connection that had grown between them over time. She poured all her will into calming him, her presence acting as a beacon of stability amidst the storm of his inner turmoil. Slowly, she felt the dark rage begin to recede, the cursed power quelling under the influence of her steadying force.
Dimitri’s eyes flickered, a glimmer of recognition breaking through the wildness. His body, once trembling with uncontrolled fury, began to steady. The darkness that had threatened to consume him slowly dissipated, replaced by a deep, exhausted calm. The transformation receded, his monstrous form shrinking back to his more recognizable, though still weary, Lycan shape.
Breathing heavily, Dimitri collapsed to his knees, his strength spent. His eyes met Kate’s, a mixture of gratitude and relief evident in their depths. Despite the exhaustion and the toll of the battle, a soft smile played on his lips, one filled with the warmth of their connection.
“Kate… thank you,” Dimitri rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Kate knelt beside him, her own exhaustion evident in her trembling hands. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her eyes filled with concern. “You did well, Dimitri. We’re going to make it through this. We have to.”
As they shared a brief moment of solace, the reality of their situation set in. The battlefield, once filled with chaos and violence, was now eerily quiet. The Bloodmoon Pack, though victorious, was left to assess the aftermath of the conflict. The rogues, though defeated, had inflicted significant damage, and the toll of the battle was visible in the weary faces of the pack members.
Kate and Dimitri remained by each other’s side, the bond between them stronger than ever. As the pack regrouped and began tending to the wounded, they knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges. The battle had been won, but the war was far from over. Their enemies were relentless, and the darkness within Dimitri’s cursed form was a constant threat.
Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope. Together, they would face whatever came next, their bond a powerful source of strength in the face of adversity. The Bloodmoon Pack’s survival depended on their unity and resilience, and with Kate and Dimitri leading the way, they were determined to forge a path through the darkness.
Some rogues had retreated into the woods, Louis took no chances at all, he ordered Sir Cedric and some warriors to go after them immediately.