DOMINIC
The fight surrounds me the moment I step into the clearing, chaos, mouse, bloodshed, everything swallowing up the night.
Wolves… mone and outsiders…they are everywhere.
It is impossible to tell who is who at first, just teeth, fur, and blood under the slivers of moonlight.
They… Viktor and Rowan, they were ready for us.
That much I expected, but what I didn’t count on was the sheer number of them.
I should have been warned.
I should have seen this coming.
But no one told me.
Not even Calvin.
I can see Viktor and Rowan through the mayhem, cutting through my wolves like they knew every move we would make.
Like someone had informed them of my protocols
When I find who that fucking traitor is, he or she would wish their parents had never met.
How the hell did they get so close? I wonder as my pulse quickens with anger, as I push through the bloodied mess to get to them.
But then I see the others- Maxwell, Fin, Sven, Kaylee and her weakling husband, Donald.
Traitors.
What happend to peace among all Wolves.
Fucking bastards.
They are all Viktor’s cronies. I should have known they would side with him.
They are biased, soft, because they are too busy licking his boots to have a mind of their own.
As for Kaylee… her weakness is written all over Donald.
He is pathetic for letting himself be controlled by a woman.
Weaklings.
The whole lot of them.
My body moves before my mind catches up.
I am all claws and fangs, throwing myself into the chaos with a snarl that ripples through the air.
“You think you can take me down? You think you’re stronger?” I snarl at them, hurling insults between each swipe, each bite.
Maxwell is the first Alpha to charge at me.
His teeth sink into my shoulder, but I twist, slashing down the side of his face.
He recoils, howling as he goes, and I grin at the blood that spatters the ground.
Fin and Sven come at me next, their combined weight knocking me off balance for a moment.
It is two against one, but I am faster.
I always have been.
They are just too blind to see it.
At least, now, they will see who is boss
“Flank him!” I hear Viktor shout, barking orders from the other side of the clearing, his voice thick with authority, and it makes my blood boil.
Fucking bastard has always been too smug, too sure of himself.
I can see him fighting his way through my wolves like they are nothing, see them running away from in fear.
But I’m the one they should fear.
Not him.
Not Rowan.
Me.
A claw rakes across my back, and I twist around to see Kaylee trying to pin me down.
She manages to push me onto the ground, but I laugh as I throw her off with a single kick, sending her flying into the nearby trees.
“Weak, all of you,” I spit, swiping at Donald who comes for me next. “You think you can stand against me? You?!”
He doesn’t even get close before I snap his arm with a swift, brutal twist.
He too howls in pain, falling to his knees as I tower over him, a feral grin splitting my face as I smell the fear radiating off him.
The taste of blood fills my mouth as I tear into the others, lost in the madness.
“He is fucking rabid!”
“Yeah! No shit!”
“Why weren’t we told?!’
“Why the fuck are you asking?! Just attack!”
Their words swirl around me, making no sense.
Rabid?
Me?
Impossible.
I would know if I was fucking rabid
But then the realization hits me like a slap.
It is not just rage- it is something deeper, darker.
The others are whispering, fighting, but my mind is clear.
I am too far gone for this to be anything but power.
Huh.
Maybe I am rabid
But who fucking cares?
In the midst of the chaos, through the braches of the trees, I catch a glimpse of Jhenelle’s room in the distance.
My daughter.
The reason for this blood shed
Well… If I can’t win this fight… neither will they.
I turn and sprint towards the house, ripping through anyone who dares cross my path.
There is blood everywhere, but it is not enough to slow me down.
I am faster, angrier, more focused than any of them could ever be.
Viktor and Rowan can’t stop me.
No one can.
Her door crashes open under the force of my fist.
She is cowering in the corner, her eyes wide with fear as she looks up at me.
Good.
She should be scared.
“You’re weak, like your mother,” I snarl, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to the balcony.
“Let me go!” She whimpers, but I don’t care.
She is weak.
Too weak to be my child.
As I drag her onto the balcony, I see Viktor and Rowan breaking through the fighting mass below. I knew they’d come.
“Viktor!” Her eyes meet mine, and I see the panic there as she screams at Viktor to stop me.
But they are too late.
“Look at what you have done!,” I growl, dangling Jhenelle over the edge. “She is weak. Like you. You did this. You ruined her. I would rather kill her than let her grow into one of you. Into someone like you!”
Viktor yells something, his voice frantic, but I can’t make out the words over the blood pounding in my ears and just before I snap her neck, I feel a sharp blow to the back of my head, causing me to stumble forward, losing my grip on Jhenelle and she falls.
I see Rowan dive forward, catching her just in time and pulling her to safety.
My vision blurs, but I manage to spin around, snarling.
Calvin.
Of course it is fucking Calvin who hit me.
Traitor
In a single, brutal motion, I swipe my claws across his throat, watching as his head rolls to the floor.
He hid them from me.
He let them get this far.
He betrayed me.
When I turn back, Rowan and Jhenelle are gone.
Disappeared into the chaos, into safety.
It’s just me and Viktor now.
He steps forward, his eyes burning with fury as we stare each other down. I can feel the rage crawling under my skin, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
They think they have won. But this fight isn’t over.
Not yet.
Not until one of us falls.