The corner of her eye pricked with tears as she stared at Alpha Damian’s nearly lifeless body.
Her breath came in sharp gasps, and her eyes blazed with rage.
Luna Mavana charged forward with a fierce cry, her feet pounding the ground, each step a manifestation of her rage.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she drew her sword; she spotted a black armored warrior approaching her; with a swift kick, she sent him stumbling back, nearly crashing to the ground.
She delivered another kick in his direction, this time kicking off his sword, leaving him stranded. The warrior staggered back like a confused puppy and was about to flee when a scream erupted from his throat, and he dropped to his knees, his eyes glued to Mavana’s before colliding with the floor.
Luna Mavana stepped back from the dead warrior, her chest heaving.
Another warrior charged towards her, enraged.
“You, traitor.” He screamed at Luna Mavana’s face and raised his sword, but Luna Mavana quickly dodged it and leaped to the left, allowing him to stagger forward, his sword stabbing the ground.
“Your Alpha betrayed me first; I am no longer with the Crest pack.” She yelled as her sword sliced across his back from left to right.
A heart-wrenching scream escaped his throat as she yanked her sword’s blade harshly against his legs, cutting his skin.
Slowly, the sword fell from his grip, and he collapsed to the ground.
Another black armor warrior, an attacker, rushed at her, screaming.
She screamed, “You poor things,” digging her blade deep into the armor and flesh before drawing it out. His blood was all over the place, including Luna Mavana’s face, which she wiped clean with her shirt.
Furious, she advanced, slashing and stabbing every assailant she saw on the battlefield.
Another assailant approached her and withdrew his sword from behind her; she ducked under his blow and kicked him in the neck, which made him cough.
The sharp blade of Luna Mavana’s sword slashed over his neck before he could recover, causing his head to spin downward from his shoulders before his body collapsed to the ground.
Breathing heavily, she thrust her sword into the chest of another assailant and yanked it out roughly.
She was now covered in sweat, blood, and an insatiable rage that grew every time she saw the Crest pack warriors.
Her earlier strong will was being broken by the vows she made, which were reverberating in her mind, and the thoughts of her mother, a warrior who could have perished in the same war as Beta Fae, broke her down.
Even though everyone assumed her parents had died in a war, she swears she will not give up until she finds the person who killed them; she had instincts that said otherwise.
Her gaze shifted through the chaos to Beta Drake, the timid Beta of the Crest pack.
“He will be of great assistance to my investigations,” she reasoned, striding towards him, each step exuding power, determination, and vengeance.
Beta Drake struggled to get away after seeing Luna Mavana; he rolled over and was about to go on all fours when she stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
“Hello, Drake.” She called out and struck his carotid artery with her sword; his eyes rolled back and his body went limp.
The world around him went completely black.
Luna Mavana then dragged his unconscious body to a corner where no one could see him and blocked the way; she was confident that the sword’s impact on his carotid artery would not wear off until the next day.
Cries of pain and rage suddenly filled the air, and the pack members erupted into chaos as they all rushed towards the underground railroad, shoving and pushing one another. Their pounding steps divert attention to themselves.
Some tripped and fell to the ground, but quickly scrambled back up and continued running.
” What is going on?” Luna Mavana inquired, perplexed until she felt hot air slap against her exposed skin like a hand.
Before she could look up, the pungent odor of smoke entered her nose, restricting her breathing.
Luna Mavana’s nostrils flared up in protest, and the fumes clawed at her lungs, causing her to cough.
Her eyes began to water, and she blinked quickly to reduce the effect on them. Each inhalation was a strained hiss, and her throat tightened as her chest heaved in a ragged rhythm.
She raised her head to see smoke and flames coming from the pack; her breathing struggles had been replaced by anger and pain.
The cries and sorrows of the pack members fueled her strength, and she took a deep breath before sprinting towards them, killing every warrior of the Crest pack and burning their pack.
On the other side, the Civil Elder and Relation Elder emerge from the pack house, each holding a bow and arrow.
They smiled while inserting the arrow into the bow and stretching it, preparing it for a good shot.
” Bye,” They mouthed at the same time before releasing the arrow and watching it soar through the air toward their target.
As the arrows flew through the air and towards her. She sensed the danger, but it was too late; one of the arrows struck her shoulder, and the second pierced through her back, sending her to the ground.
Her agonizing and furious scream echoed across the pack’s field. Her vision became blurry, and her strength began to fail; she struggled to stand, but her body betrayed her.
“No!” She screamed, her voice coarse and painful.
“Not right now.” She yelled again and turned her head shakily towards the pack house entrance, her gaze fixed on the two elders, who strode back into the pack house with a sinister and victorious smile.
Anger rushed through her veins, and her failing strength renewed. Angrily, she struggled to sit up, her hands quivering as she gripped the first arrow stuck on her shoulder and tightened her grip around it, breaking the handle from the one pierced through her skin.
Screams of pain and agony erupt from her throat, sweat trickles down her face, and she closes her eyes tightly, pulling out the short one in her skin.
She managed to keep from screaming and endured the pain.
Surprisingly, the area quickly healed, leaving no scars.
Luna Mavana felt her bones cracking and shifted amid the crowd.
Her gasps turned into cries as her limbs shortened and her muscles rearranged themselves in painful structures.
Her spinal cord contracted and realigned, sending pain through her veins.
Her skin itched and quivered as fur burst out in silvery waves, shining brightly.
All of the warriors who were fighting came to a halt and turned to face the silver wolf, whose eyes blazed crystal blue and shone.
Luna Mavana’s transformation ended with an agonizing scream.
The magnificent Silver wolf stood on the ground where she had previously rested, the arrow in her back no longer present.
Her fur glittered, and she let out a loud howl that echoed throughout the pack.
Without regard for the surprised warriors, she dashed into the pack and began fighting any attacker she saw.
She saw a gray big wolf running towards her, “Gamma Kylie,” she hissed and struck him with her head.
Her teeth sank deep into his shoulder, tearing the flesh.
A yelp escaped his throat as he stumbled back. The gray wolf howled in rage and extended his claws before charging back at her.
She jumped sideways while avoiding his claws. She flashed her claws and pulled them across his chest, ripping his fur apart.
Before he could react, Luna Mavana jumped on him, her teeth gripping his throat and tightening.
His eyes widened in terror as the teeth sank deeper into his throat.
Luna Mavana ripped off some of his skin, exposing his bones.
His cries gradually turned into whimpering, and his body quivered in pain.
His fur was the first to pull in before his bones rearranged and he returned to human form.
Whimpering as his eyes slowly closed and his body crashed into his pool of blood.
Luna Mavana spat out the bloody flesh, her eyes fixed on the unconscious Gamma. She snarled at him before darting deeper into the pack to fight the rest.
” Who are you?” Beta Frank appeared out of nowhere, his massive sword resting on Luna Mavana’s neck.
A loud howl escaped her throat, and with a quick spin, she kicked the sword from her neck and jumped up. Beta Frank’s eyes widened in terror, only to be met with the tearing sounds of skin and the agonizing scream that followed. He turned his back to see one of Crest pack’s warriors, lifeless, his arm exposed and torn.
Without hesitation, he raced into the pack and continued to defend it until his last breath.
After hours of fighting and witnessing their warriors being killed, Crest pack warriors accepted defeat. Carrying their Alpha and Gamma, they ran back to their pack, wounded and bloodied.