Chapter 212
Darius pov
The war was terrible.
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Far worse than I had expected. The rogues army had invaded the pack, destroying half of it. Countless lives were lost, many wounded, and everything had fallen into chaos.
I raced across the battlefield, my paws gliding over the ground, the wind whipping through my fur. The air was thick with tension and bloodlust as everyone around me tore into one another.
The scent of death shrouded the air. As a wolf raced at me, fangs bared, claws raised to slash my throat, I surged forward. Without hesitation, in a blink of an eye and so fast he didn’t even see it coming, his head rolled on the ground with a thud. I didn’t wait to look, I rushed on, eyes narrowed and heart pounding,
I wasn’t here for anyone else. No, the others were just fish in a pond, my armies would deal with them and protect the people. I was running toward that bastard, Zayn, because it was his head I wanted.
In war, you aim for the leader, once he falls, the rest scatter like a flock of sheep. Following the scent I knew belonged to Zayn, I ignored everyone else, killing only when they were foolish enough to charge at me or when they threatened civilians.
Soon, I came to a halt, and as I did, my expression grew tense. I jerked my head around, eyes narrowing as I scanned my surroundings.
Something was wrong.
I stood at the center of a three–way street, and the scent I had been tracking had vanished right here.
But that wasn’t possible. I had been racing as fast as I could, and I highly doubted anyone could outrun me in my werewolf form. And even if they did, their scent wouldn’t just disappear like that, so how was it possible it had completely faded?
“Silas, can you explain what’s wrong?” I asked, lowering my head to the ground as I sniffed, trying to catch even the faintest trace of it. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t.
Silas was silent for a moment before finally responding.
“I’m not sure either, Darius. But the scent has indeed vanished completely. What should we do now?”
I lifted my head, tilting it slightly as I thought for a moment. Then a scoff slipped past my lips. Without hesitation, I chose a random direction and dashed forward.
I understood now. That bastard wasn’t as smart as he thought. He was leading me with a fake trail, trying to force me into the path he wanted because he knew I would come after him. But I didn’t care. For now, I would play his game.
We would just have to wait and see who comes out victorious in this.
8:32 Tue, Sep 30
Chapter 212
Nyssa pov.
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I ran through the streets, breath coming fast and ragged as I chased the trail, following Darius’s scent. I’d been able to slip past the packhouse guards and escape because of the secret passage I knew as Liana, the place Darius and I used to sneak out when we wanted to leave without being seen. As I ran, I was grateful for Sheila; tracking Darius was easier with her.
“Left, Nyssa,” Sheila said, and I turned that way, trying not to see the bodies on the ground or the wolves tearing into each other. My goal was simple: avoid as many attacks as I could and make it to Darius.
But luck wasn’t on my side. Soon I had to stop in my tracks, my head snapping left. A large brown wolf was inching toward two children, a boy and a girl who backed away with fear in their eyes. The boy held a tree branch, pressing it against the wolf as he tried to shield the girl.
My hands tightened into fists as I watched the boy stammer, his body trembling.
“L–leave us alone. If you don’t, I’ll fight… y–you’ll regret it!” he spat, voice shaking with fear.
The wolf merely snarled, mouth curling as if amused, and moved closer.
The boy looked terrified, like he wanted to cry and run, but sensing the fear from the girl, he hardened his expression and let out a loud roar before stabbing at the wolf with the stick with all his strength. As expected, nothing happened.
The stick snapped in two, and the wolf scoffed. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as it raised its paw, sharp claws flashing as it swiped toward the boy. Perhaps the boy thought he was about to die, because he closed his eyes, and as the broken stick fell to the ground, a tear slid down his cheek.
But before the paw could land, a rock slammed against the wolf’s head, making it freeze mid–strike. It instantly snapped its head toward me, eyes glowing red with fury as it growled.
When I finally had its attention, I shouted, my voice tearing through the air.
“Fucking bastard, you coward! Look at your size and you’re going after children? Where’s your shame? You’re fucking embarrassing!”
The wolf growled louder, enraged by my words, but I didn’t stop,
The children were staring at me in surprise as I bent down, picked up another rock, and hurled it at the wolf. It dodged the rock, but it couldn’t dodge my insults.
“I knew rogues had no shame, but I didn’t know they were this pathetic. Children who don’t even look ten, and you’re proud of yourself? I’m sure afterward you’d puff your chest out like some idiot, thinking you did something great. But you didn’t. Why don’t you attack someone your own size? Wait, don’t tell me you’re scared of them!”
This time, I struck a nerve exactly as I’d planned. The wolf roared and charged at me, fangs bared. Cursing under my breath, I shouted at the children to run and then turned, sprinting away with the furious wolf right on my heels.
8:32 Tue, Sep 30
Chapter 213
Chapter 213
Nyssa pov
Shit. Shit, Shit.
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I was a goner, I was going to die before even protecting Darius.
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I had promised myself I’d just run straight after Darius and focus on finding him, but I couldn’t possibly ignore children about to be killed. So, before I could stop myself, I hurled a rock at that wolf and shouted harsh words to draw its attention away so the children could escape.
It worked, good and bad.
Good, because the rogue wouldn’t hurt those kids.
Bad, because now I was dead meat, sprinting on foot from a massive brown wolf who looked very intent on taking my life.
Goddess, my luck is really messed up, isn’t it?
“I really wonder why you’re running, Nyssa.”
Sheila’s voice echoed in the back of my head as I took a sharp right turn, just as the wolf leapt, its claws swiping for my back. Thankfully, it missed, and I kept running, desperate to shake it off my tail.
“Why am I running? Are you seriously asking me that when I’m about to be mauled to death by an angry wolf?”
I snapped back, and I could practically imagine her rolling her eyes before scoffing in disdain.
“What do you mean by that? You can kill that wolf with a flick of your wrist. Don’t forget, you’re a white wolf. You’re far stronger than that mutt.”
She said it like she was talking to the dumbest person alive and it was then I realized she was right. I was stronger than the wolf chasing me. Our auras weren’t even close to equal. I could end him whenever I chose.
There was no reason to run. I must have still been thinking of myself as wolfless, and in the panic of danger, I’d simply forgotten.
Ah…
The realization hit me, and almost immediately, I stopped running and turned. The rogue lunged at me, fangs bared, ready to sink them into my flesh but before he could touch me, I stretched out my hand and in one swift motion, clamped my grip around his neck, halting him mid–air.
The wolf whimpered, eyes wide with shock, but I didn’t give him the chance to react. The next second, I tightened my hold and…
Snap!
