Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 100

[Terishia’s POV]

I didn’t think twice and shifted into my wolf in an instant. My flesh was covered in white furs with strakes of pink. My ears and tails stood on alert, and I spun on my feet to block the intruders from closing in our territory.

If these wolves thought they could cause havoc in our lands while the Alpha and half of our warriors were gone, they were gravely mistaken.

Joining me near the edge of our border were Jax and Brenda, while the other wolves made sure to guard the entrance to our packhouses. If we need reinforcement, we’ll just mind linking the rest later.

But for now, the three of us were enough.

Currently, we were the best fighters left since most went to the meeting. Our numbers were small compared to the other larger pacts since we were just a village of wolves than a city of wolves.

My snout sniffed the air, and my jaw snapped. There were roughly five of them. So few of numbers and yet so bold as to actually set foot in here. I didn’t know if they were strong or just plain stupid.

I leaped into the forest and intercepted the sprinting five wolves.

However, my heart sunk when I saw their appearance. They were big, and I thought my wolf was the biggest of all the female wolves, but theirs were gigantic in size, at least a little bigger than mine. Their furs were in the shades of black and gray while their eyes burned like the blazing orange sun. One look, and I knew that they were warriors like us.

But from which pact do they belong? Which pact was so bold enough to cause trouble with ours?

My paws smacked the ground where I stood, and a loud snarl tore through my throat.

‘Turn back! This is the land of the Silver Moon Pact!’

Jax and Brenda appeared on my side, fangs baring and saliva-filled jaws snapping. They were just more than half the size of the intruders, but that didn’t discourage them from defending our territory.

‘Just three?’ one of them said, licking his razor-sharp teeth.

‘Is the White Moon Pact so small that they could only afford to send three warriors to greet us?’ another said, slit eyes thick with mockery.

Jax stepped in, growling. ‘Who are you? Which pact do you belong to?’

The interlopers raised their heads, looking down at us through the gap of their nose. ‘It’s not important which pact we belong to since all of you will die today.”

My wolf had enough of hearing their bullshit.

It was time to end this!

No one would dare complain when we kill these dark wolves. They set foot in our lands, threatened, and mocked us. They were going to pay the price for their audacity and arrogance with their life.

I roared, the sound cutting through the forest and the other warriors’ mind linked what happened. I was worried because the remaining warriors in the packhouse were not as strong as I, Jax, and Brenda. If these wolves managed to pass through me, I was afraid they’d really slaughter the remaining wolves in our pack.

I had this nagging feeling they knew that Ernst and the best warriors in our pack weren’t here today. The timing was too perfect to pass it as mere coincidence.

Was the secret meeting leaked?

It was possibly considering how many pacts attended that congregation. There was bound to be a traitor in one of them.

My wolf pushed forward, leading the charge.

Despite their size, they were within us within seconds. I was facing two wolves at once while Jax and Brenda faced three.

My wolf’s claws landed on the dark wolf, clawing marks running through his chest while I avoided his companion’s jaws from piercing my neck.

They were fast but not as quick as me.

However, the same couldn’t be said about Jax and Brenda. The three wolves completely overpowered them in both speed and strength.

I had to finish this quickly and help them.

I must not let them pass through us! They shall die in here!

My wolf had one of the wolves by the throat within a blink, and she clamped her jaws tight. The dark wolf went limp against the force while his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

We wanted answers from them, but it didn’t mean that all of them had to live. We just needed one to interrogate.

My wolf violently shook her head, growling with our enemy in her jaws before she threw him against a tree. The dark wolf was dead, and he could no longer retain his form. He shifted back to skin. His body was broken, and blood bathed the ground.

We were distracted for a moment upon laying eyes on its human form. Dark skin, dark hair, and amber eyes. These werewolves mainly inhabited the desert in the south.

I was hit by anxiety at the realization that the Black Moon might be behind this. Though there were a number of packs in the desert, the Black Moon was the only pact I could think of that had the power and number of invading our territory without suffering from any form of consequences.

However, I assured myself that they were not the only pack that housed dark skin, dark hair, and amber eyes werewolves.

‘Rodney!’ My remaining enemy howled, and his wolf looked at me in shock while his other three companions were distracted when one of them was dead.

Based on the astonishment and dread on the faces of their wolves, they had not expected that I was strong enough to actually kill one of them.

‘You’ll pay for that!’ the other howled, lips drawing back, canines dripping with saliva in full display.

My wolf’s paws smashed the ground, growl after growl reverberating against her chest. She radiated nothing but killing intent, and the dark wolf faltered in his step.

That was all my wolf needed, and she was on his throat snapping it in two, and my opponent fell on the ground with his tongue out from his mouth.

The remaining three backed away, head low and eyes wary. They attempted a weak growl to keep my wolf at bay, but my wolf only responded by licking her lips, blue eyes eager for the kill.

‘Enough!’

All our attention flickered to the newcomer, and my wolf jaws snapped tight.

The newly arrived wolf was bigger, more than my size, and I was the biggest next to Lyander. His wolf was packed with muscles and scars. His furs were short, blotting his skin. There were more scars than furs on his wolf, and I knew he was no pushover like the other two I killed.

‘Beta!’