Alpha King Silas
1 millennium ago…
“Grant us your strength, Moon Goddess.”
That night, I stood atop a small cliff, gazing down at the battlefield spread below. The full moon, typically a symbol of strength for our kind, now glowed blood-red, mocking the suffering we endured.
Claws sharp and black as night dug into the earth beneath me. “Tonight, we fight not just to survive,” I murmured to myself, “but to exact revenge.”
The cold night wind swept through my black fur, carrying with it the scent of blood and death. The distant screams of my pack filled the air, igniting a fury that burned relentlessly within me. For over a century, we have lost too much. Once united and strong, our pack now lay fractured. This war was no longer about space or honor; it was a battle for our very existence.
I glanced at a group of warriors preparing to charge. Their bodies were massive, muscles taut beneath the moonlight. Their golden eyes burned with the desire to annihilate the enemy. But I knew that spirit alone wasn’t enough to defeat the bloodsuckers. Vampires were faster, craftier, and more ruthless.
“Alpha Silas,” Beta Garret’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “The vampires are advancing from the east. They’ve brought more soldiers than ever before.”
I turned to him, ignoring the scars that marred his face from previous battles. “Are we ready?” I asked bluntly.
He bowed his head. “We have no other choice.”
I nodded slowly and stepped forward. “Listen, my pack!” I roared, my voice thundering over the howling wind. “Tonight, we fight for all that they have stolen from us-our families, our homes, and our honor. Do not let them advance further onto our land. Their blood will pay for all they’ve done!”
A chorus of battle cries erupted, echoing across the field. But deep down, I knew the odds of victory were slim. The vampires were tireless, and every attack they launched was calculated and cunning. Still, retreat meant the end of everything we had fought for.
At my command, the werewolves surged forward into the mist, their bodies transforming in an instant into larger, more fearsome beasts. Their claws gleamed under the moonlight, ready to tear apart anything in their path.
On the other side of the battlefield, the vampires emerged from the shadows like specters, their movements swift and deadly. Their crimson eyes glowed, brimming with bloodlust.
The first clash was brutal. One of our warriors was hurled into the air, his body slamming into a tree before crumpling to the ground, lifeless.
I charged into the chaos, my claws ripping into the stomach of a vampire attempting to ambush me. He let out a strangled cry before collapsing lifelessly to the ground. But before I could catch my breath, two more vampires darted toward me.
“You filthy mutt! I’ll snap your neck!”
The two flanked me, their movements coordinated and precise. I snarled fiercely, deliberately provoking their rage and pride for having felled their comrade. From their attire, I recognized them as equals in rank.
I planted my claws firmly in the earth, launching myself at the vampire to my left. My speed caught him off guard, and I slammed him to the ground. The second vampire hissed at me, but I retaliated with an equally menacing growl.
Wasting no time, I clamped my jaws around the first vampire’s neck, ensuring his body went limp before releasing him. The other vampire lunged at me from behind, locking my forelegs in a vice grip. But he couldn’t reach my throat-I wouldn’t let him.
Summoning my strength, I threw him off, his body slamming into a large cedar tree with a resounding crash. Not stopping there, I sank my fangs into his ankle and hurled him against a nearby boulder, the impact reverberating through the ground.
The battle was savage-claws clashing with fangs, blood spraying through the air like a crimson storm. I caught sight of Garret fending off two vampires simultaneously, his body battered and bleeding, but his stance unwavering.
Amidst the carnage, I heard something-a soft whisper, yet filled with immense power, resonating through the air. I paused, my eyes scanning for the source of the voice.
On a small hill, a woman stood calmly, her long black cloak billowing in the wind.
“Who is she?” I muttered. Before I could act, the ground beneath me began to quake. Massive roots erupted from the earth, ensnaring the feet of both enemies and allies alike.
“Enough!” Her voice boomed like thunder, forcing us all to halt.
I struggled against the roots binding me, my eyes fixed on the enigmatic figure. An overwhelming energy radiated from her, immobilizing me.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” I demanded, shifting back into my human form.
She turned her gaze to me, her stormy blue eyes holding an untamable fury. “I am a witch, one who has long watched over you-especially you, Alpha Silas. This war has raged for too long, and I have come to end it.”
“A watcher?” I growled. “This is none of your concern, witch! This is our war, our blood spilled!”
Her cold smile didn’t waver as she descended toward the battlefield. “And the blood spilled has disrupted the balance of this world. If you do not stop, you will all face extinction.”
I clenched my teeth. “We don’t need your interference!”
She raised a hand, and lightning struck mere inches from where I stood. I stepped back, realizing the magnitude of her power.
The witch’s icy gaze pierced me. “You’ve already lost so much, yet you wish to continue this destruction? If no one here has the wisdom to stop, then I will force it. I give you a choice: end this war and submit to the laws of peace, or I will destroy you all-vampires and werewolves alike.”
A heavy silence fell over the battlefield. I looked at my warriors, then at the vampires standing frozen in the distance. The arrogance they typically exuded was now replaced by fear. And me? An Alpha who had never bowed to anyone, I now stood before a force far greater than myself.
The witch’s presence was suffocating, her aura bending the surrounding air. She closed her eyes briefly, a judge passing silent judgment on our sins. Then she spoke again, her voice calm but cutting, “I offer you the chance to live. Choose wisely, or this will be your final night.”
A chance to live? I wanted to rage, to attack, but my body felt bound by an unseen force. One wrong move, and we would all be obliterated-not by the vampires, but by her.
I glanced at the sky. The blood-red moon was beginning to fade, its hue replaced by the soft gray of dawn. Yet the peace I felt was not a victory; it was a quiet imposed upon us, a pause before a larger storm.
“What do you think?” I whispered through the mind link to Garret.
He shook his head, his gaze fixed on the witch. “We’re defeated, Alpha. Not by the vampires, but by her.”
His words were bitter, but I knew they were true. I looked at the witch once more. She didn’t move, only waited. She didn’t need to force us-her power spoke for itself.
“Alpha,” one of my warriors called out, his voice trembling. “What should we do?”
I wanted to order an attack, to prove we weren’t afraid. But as my eyes met hers, I knew there was no victory here. Even I, the Alpha of the largest pack in the region, was nothing more than a small wolf before the storm.
With a heavy heart, I nodded, commanding my pack through the mind link to submit to the witch. My warriors hesitated but gradually obeyed, shifting back into human form.
I looked at the vampires across the field. They stood still for a moment before reluctantly retreating. They understood what I had chosen.
“The sky is clearing,” Garret murmured.
I glanced upward. He was right. The faint light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, erasing the red from the moon. Yet the peace I felt was not triumphant. It was a fragile calm forced upon us, a truce we had not sought.
I turned back to the witch, my eyes burning with an unspoken hatred. “You’ve won this night,” I said coldly.
She gave a faint smile, not one of triumph but of forewarning. “This night is only the beginning, Alpha Silas. Your world is about to change-whether you like it or not.”
My fists clenched, but I chose not to reply. That night, history was rewritten. We, the werewolves, were no longer the sole masters of our destiny. The supernatural world had entered a new era-one filled with uncertainty and an unwanted, distant hope.
I turned away, leaving behind a battlefield that now lay silent. Behind me, the traces of blood and destruction faded under the light of dawn, but the shadow of the witch’s power would haunt me forever.