Zera’s eyes widened in panic at the sight. Aaron must have seen the look on her face or felt the arrow coming because he moved, and the silver-tip arrow pierced through his side.
He grunted in pain but didn’t let go because if he did, the ritual would be over. The rebellion pack being in the field meant they had somehow broken through Ivan’s hold. They had pushed their way through the members of the pack defending the estate and territory. Her heart went out to everyone, especially Lionel, but she was also worried about herself and Aaron.
Another arrow flew towards him the next second, and it pierced into his shoulder, making him groan out in pain much more than the first. Blood ran down his pierced shoulder, but he held onto her hand tighter than before. Her heart clenched in pain, seeing Aaron in so much anguish because of this. She wanted to do something, but she knew that as much as protecting themselves was important, the ritual also was.
They had to stay still with their hands entwined, acting like the world around them wasn’t in chaos. It won’t be long now. She knew this.
She spotted about five figures moving out of the shadow and approaching them, and they didn’t look like friends. Her heart doubled, and she feared for the very worst with every step they took.
She was scared. If the ritual was complete, then Aaron would be able to take on as many of them as came against him, but if not, they were doomed. With her disoriented mind, she couldn’t tell how far the ritual had gone or if their palms had healed up.
Aaron’s gaze stayed locked on her weary ones, but he remained calm despite the pain and the incoming danger.
“Seven,” he muttered under his breath, and she wondered what he meant. “Six,” he continued. “Five.”
Her eyes darted to the five men, two with glowing red eyes and three with yellow eyes still approaching them, and her heart raced rapidly. These four were the other alphas who had sided with Alpha Theo to take down the Dominio pack, but Alpha Theo was nowhere to be found.
“Four.” The men were so close now. Letting her fear lead, she wanted to pull her hand from his and move on to attack them, but he tightened his grip around hers, stilling her. “Three, two.” His eyes fluttered.
One of the men behind Aaron with yellow eyes drew his bow and fired two arrows with sharp silver heads towards them.
“One.” Aaron’s lashes fluttered, and his eyes blazed a bloody red as he said the last word. He let go of her hand and turned around to back her up. He caught the arrow flying towards him with both hands and threw it back at two of the men who approached. They fell, and the rest of the four stormed towards them faster. Zera turned around and found three men approaching her, their eyes glowing blue.
“Keep your back to mine!” he commanded, and she didn’t know if she would obey because three werewolves moved to attack her.
They launched forward, and she ran towards them, taking a few cuts, which healed up, but ripping their hearts out and watching them drop to the floor, dead.
“Are you okay?” Aaron yelled out as he slammed the last Alpha he fought with on the ground.
Zera stared at her bloody hands, and her heart raced in her chest, not from fear but from delight. “I’m fine.”
“Good,” he said, and he ripped out the heart of the one on the ground.
Just then, Daniel, Sesi, Damor, Lionel, and a few other members of Dominio’s pack ran into the open field where Aaron and Zera were. Lionel’s arm was bleeding, and Zera took hold of his hand, fearing a werewolf had scratched him.
He noticed the look on her face and shook his head. “I fell and cut it open. I’m alright.”
“We couldn’t hold them off,” Damor informed Aaron, whom he stood beside, in a tone of remorse.
“You did well.” He commended him before asking, “Is everyone alright?”
“Yes,” they answered in unison.
“Did you complete the ritual?” Ivan asked, stepping into the field.
Aaron nodded, “Yes. Remember, all we need is Theo. Once he’s dead, the pack will scatter.” He informed them.
“Alpha Aaron Hart, we meet again,” Theo’s infuriating voice said, stepping into the open field with Nicole and three other werewolves.
“Theo,” Aaron growled. “I told you once that crossing territories on a full moon is forbidden!”
“And who’s going to put me in my place?” He mocked, his eyes turning red.
Aaron stepped forward. “I am.”
Theo smirked. “As predictable as I thought. You might have completed the ritual to make you the strongest Alpha, but something is stronger than even the strongest Alpha, and that’s a legion of alphas. You’re barely an alpha. All the members of your pack either ran away or are dead.”
He was getting under Aaron’s skin and making him angrier. “Did you come to talk or fight?” he roared, his hands growing into sharp claws.
“Oh, I didn’t come to fight. I came to kill,” he answered. “I hope you prepared yourself because I didn’t come alone.” He said, and about a dozen of his pack members made themselves known from behind, spreading out to show their faces, and another dozen soon after.
The members of the rebellion pack immediately surrounded them in the open field, and from what they could see, their numbers were over fifty.
“Where’s Tosin?” Zera asked, not being able to place his face among the crowd.
Aaron pointed to Theo’s left side, and there was the red-haired bastard Zera had had in the back of her mind each day she trained in the last week.
She knew she would have to get through the other werewolves before her to get to him, and she was ready.
The fight started, and everyone moved to either defence or offence. Lionel, who held a gun with silver bullets, fired and shot down anyone that came close to him.
Zera fought her way through the tugging crowd, trying to get to Tosin, when someone shoved her to the ground with force.