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Splash!!
Blood sprayed across the floor like dark crimson paint.
1 froze.
Everything around me stopped. Time, Breath. Sound. All of it vanished into a void of disbelief.
Katrina’s eyes widened in shock before the light faded from them. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out except a wet gurgle. Her body trembled once, twice–then collapsed forward onto the rogue’s claw.
The rogue grinned. His long, jagged claws glistened red as he yanked his hand out of her chest, letting her lifeless body fall to the ground with a dull, final thud.
The world came crashing back in an instant.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!”
A woman screamed–a human. One of the last few who hadn’t left the auditorium yet. Panic exploded in the room. Chairs clattered. People tried to run,
to hide, but the rogues moved fast. Too fast.
One lunged at the screaming woman-
SLASH!
He would’ve killed her if Francesco hadn’t intercepted, claws out, slashing across the rogue’s chest and sending him crashing into the far wall.
All around me, our warriors leapt into motion. Audrey’s voice rang out, commanding order. “Protect the humans! Secure the exits! Move, move!”
Angela’s broken sob behind me pierced deeper than the screams.
“Katrina…?” she whispered. Her voice was trembling, shattered, confused.
Why was she still here? I thought in shock.
She should’ve been escorted out with the rest. She wasn’t a fighter, just another student–A bystander.
“Why?” I choked, my voice shaking as I stared at the rogue who had just murdered Katrina like she was nothing more than a rag doll. “Why did you kill
her?”
The rogue tilted his head, his smile twisted and cold. “Why so surprised?” he said mockingly. “She wanted to kill you. I figured I’d give you a hand.”
A cruel chuckle followed his words, as if my horror was his favorite joke.
“What…? Kill…?” Angela’s broken voice cracked through the madness. She looked at me with wide, wet eyes, seeking answers–seeking truth. “Ellaines
What does he mean…?”
She didn’t get the chance to finish.
WHACK!
Audrey moved swiftly, hitting her on the back of the neck with a precise blow. Angela slumped into her arms, unconscious.
“Get her out of here!” Audrey barked. “Secure the human witnesses. Now!”
Two of our pack warriors rushed to carry Angela to safety. I knew Audrey had done the right thing. The rogues would use any human left as a hostage of
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shield.
And Angela… didn’t need to see what was about to come next.
I turned back toward the rogue. My heart pounded with rage. “Coward.”
The word slipped from my mouth like venom.
Something shifted. His smirk faded, just slightly. Around him, the rogues stilled. Their eyes darkened.
Francesco stepped forward, his hand sliding into mine with a quiet strength. “You use hurnans, then discard them when they fail?” he said, voice like thunder. “My Luna is right. That’s cowardice.”
The rogue sneered, uncaring. “She failed. Means she wasn’t useful anymore.”
How dare you…
The thought didn’t even have time to finish.
Mika.
Her fury flared in my chest, like fire igniting from the core of my soul.
‘Pets…‘ she snarled in my mind. ‘They treat them like pets. Kill them all. Punish the ones who murdered the innocent.
Something surged within me.
The energy. The power. It crackled through my bones like lightning. My eyes glowed white. My vision sharpened, and my skin felt too tight for my body.
“Ellaine…?” Francesco’s voice sounded distant, almost muffled, even though he was standing right beside me.
But he knew.
He felt it too.
The shift.
The change.
I growled. Low. Guttural.
And in the blink of an eye-
SNAP!
I shifted.
My body stretched and morphed into the form I hadn’t used in weeks. A towering, elegant white wolf with glowing silver eyes. My paws hit the marble floor, claws digging into the stone.
Gasps echoed around the roorn. Even the rogues hesitated.
I saw fear in their eyes.
BANG!
A gunshot cracked through the air. I dodged instinctively, the bullet whizzing past my shoulder. It hit a column behind me, leaving a deep crater
They shot at me.
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They dared to shoot at me.
A furious roar followed.
“HOW DARE YOU TRY TO HARM MY MATE!!”
It was Francesco.
The ground shook beneath us as he transformed.
His Lycan form towered above everyone, nearly three meters tall, black fur glistening with fury. His golden eyes glowed with deadly intent, fangs bared in unrelenting rage.
The moment he shifted-
All hell broke loose.
Claws against claws.
Fangs against flesh.
Our warriors collided with the rogues in a storm of violence. Growls and snarls filled the air, echoing like thunder.
I leapt forward, aiming straight for the rogue who killed Katrina. He tried to run–too late. I slammed into him, my jaws locking around his shoulder.
CRACK!
Bone snapped as I tossed him aside like garbage.
Another rogue charged me. I spun, catching his throat in my jaws and tearing it open. He fell gurgling to the floor.
Francesco was a beast of destruction. Each of his blows sent enemies flying. He grabbed one rogue and smashed him against a wall so hard the plaster cracked. Another rogue tried to flank him–Francesco twisted, grabbed his leg, and ripped it off before tossing him aside like a rag doll.
The rogues were uncoordinated, wild. But we were trained. Precise.
Audrey led the flank team, her wolf form fast and agile, cutting down rogues like a blade through water. Beta Alfonso roared orders as he fought, keeping our lines steady.
A rogue lunged at a human hiding behind a curtain. One of our wolves took him down before he reached her, pinning him until backup came.
I killed four rogues.
Francesco killed more.
The room became a bloodbath.
And still… we fought.
Then-
BOOM!
The floor shook.
BOM!!!
A blinding light exploded in the center of the room. A concussive blast knocked me off my paws. Francesco was thrown into the side wall.
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I landed hard on my ribs, pain blooming across my body.
Smoke. Fire, Crumbling stone.
My ears rang. I couldn’t hear anything but the aftershock.
I forced myself to stand. My limbs trembled, muscles screaming. Blood dripped from a gash
on my flank.
Francesco groaned, struggling to rise. Audrey’s form limped through the smoke, covered in ash and blood.
We were hurt. Shaken. But not broken.
Then I saw him.
Standing in the crater left by the bomb.
A figure, untouched by dust, calm and composed.
Luca.
His dark hair slicked back, eyes glowing faintly red with power.
His mouth curled into a cruel smile as he looked down on us.
“Impressive,” he said, his voice smooth and condescending. “But you should’ve stayed dead, Ellaine.”
I growled low in my throat. My vision wavered with pain, but my fury held me upright.
Francesco was beside me in seconds, shielding me with his massive Lycan form.
“Luca,” he spat. “You’ve gone too far.”
“I haven’t even started,” Luca replied. “That was just a warning.”
He raised one hand. Dozens of rogues appeared behind him, stepping out from the shadows, outnumbering us two to one.
Our warriors regrouped. Bloodied. Bruised. But not defeated.
I limped forward, still in wolf form, and stood beside Francesco.
Mika was growling deep inside me.
‘He dies tonight. He hurts our people. He killed her. No mercy.
tnodded.
No more games.
No more hiding.
This… was war.
And I would lead it.
