Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 101

[Terishia’s POV]

‘Beta!’

The enemies howled in glee, and my heart sunk in the bottom of my stomach.

A wolf with a rank?

And not just any rank, but a Beta? A very high rank next to the Alpha.

I quivered. Anxiety rolled from the tip of my hair to the bottom of my toes while my wolf was alert. How many were they exactly? Why didn’t I sniff him? Don’t tell me he could cover his scent?

That seemed to be the case, and I knew just one thing that could hide a werewolf’s scent.

They must have a witch in their pact. Or at least have those accursed beings helped them.

This could get a little complicated. I thought as cold sweat trickled on the side of my face.

‘I was right to come here instead of another pact,’ the Beta said.

Were they attacking multiple pacts at once?

It seemed like it was based on what he just said. I didn’t know if it was sheer confidence, arrogance, a slip of the tongue, or stupidity that led him to tell me that information.

Something told me that it was the former categories based on the overbearing aura he portrayed backed by his title.

‘Rumors have it that there is someone strong here guarding this place,’ the Beta said and eyed the two dead bodies of his companions before his slit orbs steadied on me.

‘I guess they were not exaggerating.’

His golden eyes pierced at the remaining three of his mates. ‘Deal with those two. I’ll take care of this she-wolf.’

My wolf’s head lowed, and his ass rose to the air, furs standing with both her ears and tail. Her jaws were snapping, saliva dripping from her mouth with the thirst to kill.

I grounded my teeth together. There was no stopping her from an all-out attack and possibly fight to the death.

Without wasting another second, the wolves attack. A symphony of snarling and snapping canines and claws surged forward.

Everything went blurs on my side. My wolf was clashing against their Beta, and their movements were fast enough for the naked eyes to follow. There were sounds of broken bones, torn flesh, and gurgles of blood. And in a matter of seconds, my wolf’s coat was dyed red.

Their Beta was no better off.

I felt my wolf weaken when his claws landed on her back. A large gushing wound tore through my wolf’s skin. But she never whined. Instead, she just shook her head and held her stance.

However, Jax and Brenda couldn’t hold on for long in fending three powerful wolves simultaneously. They had managed to kill one out, but they were severely beaten and broken on the ground in return.

A painful howl cut through Brenda’s throat when the dark wolf snapped her neck in two.

Jax was limp on the dirt before the other wolf tore through his throat in one sweep of his jaw.

And now, me and my wolf found ourselves surrounded by a Beta and two warriors.

Their Beta was already hard to deal with. Two additional fighters were. . . overkill, to say the least.

We will definitely going to die. I thought.

I shook my head and focused. If we die here, then no one would be left to defend the others. I was contemplating whether to ask for help from the remaining warriors in the pack. But they were weaker than Jax and Brenda and much weaker than me. I doubt that sheer numbers alone would be enough to defend against them.

Rather, our numbers weren’t much, to begin with.

Not to mention that they might be other enemies lurking nearby, hiding their scent and presence just like the Beta did. And with the impending war, we needed all the warriors we had to defend our pack. I couldn’t risk getting them involved here and die. Not if I wasn’t confident that we would surely win.

Then the only best course of action was . . .

I mind link everyone to hide in our secret underground safe house. It was built from solid rocks and metal, so I was confident that no wolf could penetrate it. It would be some time until Lyander, and the others arrive.

My wolf rose in height. If we were going to die here, then we would at least take two of them while severely injuring their Beta.

We could only hope there were no more like them lurking in the forest.

My mind drifted with Lyander and Colm’s handsome faces. I regretted that I didn’t sleep with either one of them.

If I knew I was going to die, I should have just drug them and enjoyed myself getting devirginized. I was surrounded by two gorgeous men, and I couldn’t even bang them. I was a failure of a woman. I laughed at the thought, but my wolf only rolled her eyes at me.

I tried to mind link them . . .

None.

Figures.

They were miles away. But my wishful thinking was hoping that they might be in our territory by now.

‘Death is inevitable,’ the Beta said, slit eyes glowing amber. ‘If you don’t resist, I’ll make it swift and painless.’

My wolf snarled. Our wounds were too many and deep for our healing to catch up. We needed at least a day for our wounds to heal.

In our weakened state, I was sure that we were no match for them, but my wolf wasn’t giving up the slightest.

I wasn’t too.

I had to protect Timothy, at least, and buy time for the others to get everyone to safety.

Though I wanted to see Lyander and Colm’s faces first before I go.

I wondered what their expressions would be when they found me dead as soon as they arrived. I bet Lyander and Colm’s wolf would go berserk and hunt my attackers to the end of GrimHeart.

I shuddered at the thought of them going rogue just because they’d pursue my killers.

If I wouldn’t be given a chance to say goodbye, then at least I wanted to leave some kind of a letter or note behind.

[Idiots. Don’t go rogue just because you wanted to pursue my killers, or I’ll hunt you in my grave.

Just have me in your hearts forever and think of me always when you masturbate.

XOXO,

Terishia

PS.

Take care of Timothy, and don’t let him die a virgin like me!]

My wolf snarled, snapping me from my thoughts.

‘Who said we are going to die?’ My wolf growled in my head, and I huffed a laugh.

I almost forgot how obnoxious and stubborn my wolf is –– just like me.

That’s right.

It was them who was going to die first!

My wolf leaped from the ground, kicking stones and dirt as she went for the weakest of them first. He couldn’t react fast enough, and my wolf’s powerful claws violently swiped his head off from his neck. He dropped dead while his head rolled against the ground as he shifted into his human skin.

One of his companions jumped towards us, and my wolf used the dead enemy as a battering ram, smacking the two of them away before their Beta came in close.

We expected him to close the distance between us, but with our weakened state, we were a hair too late when his jaws made purchase against my wolf’s nape, and he toppled her on the ground.

My wolf trashed in his hold, snapping her teeth on his face, but his paw landed hard on her chest, cracking some of our ribs.

I bit back a snarl while my wolf didn’t seem to feel the pain as she continued to struggle against the Beta’s hold.

‘Any last words?’ he said, and I knew he was smirking behind his wolf’s menacing ugly form.

We felt his canines digging in the back of our neck, and my wolf was losing consciousness fast. I had no doubt that our neck would crack with a snap of his powerful jaw.

The only reason why he still hadn’t was because he was enjoying our agony. It must be punishment for killing his subordinates.

A pool of blood-soaked the ground as we laid there with his paw still hard against my wolf’s chest, preventing her from moving.

I shifted back into skin when my wolf finally lost consciousness, and all the pain bit every nerve of my body. I was too weak to even move nor scream from the burning sensation of having my body battered and broken.

I couldn’t even grasp when his big canines crushed my windpipe. It wouldn’t be long now.

Lyander . . . Colm . . . Timothy . . . at least, they were safe.

I closed my eyes, waiting for death to take hold next . . .

The release from the pain was all I thought as my consciousness faded when suddenly . . .

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