Wolf you Up! - Chapter 110

Back covered by Eden who had dispersed lunar energy particles into the air, Glen took part in the fight to help Connor. With his stats now maxed out, the alpha felt like he was on a cruise ride. However, he had decided to hold back his blows to avoid mortal wounds on the Skinwalkers side.

His reason for doing so was simple and he had talked about it with Eden before leaving Black Moon.

Indeed, when the omega had told him about the black energy coming from Elias’ body, the dominant had immediately understood that they were dealing with a curse.

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In the hospital room that Connor had left, the alpha had taken care of the paperwork that the man had entrusted to him. Glen had used plenty of time to think about what his mate had told him and about Elias’ appearance in the parking lot.

A spell from Light could explain this appearance but also the obsessive and excessive behavior shown by the leader towards his friend.

“Great! We already had a curse to deal with, now another one falls on our arms,” commented the omega with a bored pout. His eyes watched Sora’s breathing as her abdomen rose and fell in a soothing rhythm.

Eden still hadn’t digested the news about his mate’s curse changes. He was tired of dealing with the fallout of Light’s anger that, millennia later, still hadn’t abated.

“She should invest in some therapy and stop cursing, killing, and bothering people. I read that’s something pretty popular and effective among civilians,” stated the blond, and Glen snorted, imagining the scene.

He watched as the omega trotted over to the bed where he carefully sat next to Sora. He put his hand on her fur and started to stroke it gently.

“The good point is that we already know the origin of the problem,” replied Glen.

“Yeah, but we still don’t know how to get rid of it. No, that’s wrong. We know how to but,” He sighed. “The only way to settle the matter is with Light’s death, but let’s be honest. The more it goes, the more I see that if she managed her anger, we wouldn’t have so much problem,” grumbled the omega.

His mood was increasingly sullen and the dominant could guess what was affecting the young werewolf so much.

The moon was up, and they were less than twenty-four hours before the end of the Omega’s Mark ritual. Glen could sense that his mate’s emotions were swirling due to the trial. He himself had, since the moonrise, more and more urges to bite his mate.

The urgency of the situation allowed him, however, to keep a cool head. They had to get Greg back, safe and sound, but they also had to avoid bloodshed between Bloodhood and the Skinwalkers.

They owed it, at least in gratitude for the help Silphie had offered them for the curse, but also for filling in the holes of their origins.

The Dominant looked at Eden and the little werewolf who had just rolled onto her back and exposed her stomach to the blond. The latter’s facial expression changed from annoyed to happy when he saw the belly covered in fluffy fur calling for his caresses. Glen bit his lip to prevent him from smiling.

“If their curse goes with effects like the ones I felt, I’m talking about my bloodlust and the voices I heard in my head, then they are not responsible for their actions.

In my case, the voices wanted me to attack everyone around me. Maybe for them, it’s something else.”

In the end, the two werewolves had agreed not to kill any of the members of the tribe they were going to face. They simply had to put them out of harm’s way.

Eden and Glen had then left Black Moon with Sora to set off for Bloodhood where they joined the Alpha and the Soul Healer. Silver and Cliff had gone back to the cave when Connor hadn’t yet woken up to brew the fighters’ potions.

When the couple left Sora with his Soul Healer guardian to rush into Skinwalker territory with Silver and a handful of other fighters, they could only see their mistake when they smelled fresh blood and they came upon the scene of Connor’s slaughter.

They should, indeed, have found a way to warn the agent who had entered Berserk mode when he reached Blue Moon’s lands. Though thinking about it, Glen doubted that warning Connor about their decision or about the existence of the curse would have changed anything. He knew his best friend too well. The dominant knew that if Greg was involved, the man didn’t care about the consequences or even how dirty his hands should be.

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Eden turned his head when he felt his father move away from the battlefield. The Alpha had left and the omega guessed that he had gone looking for Greg.

The blond parried an enemy’s attack with ease and frowned. Controlling his new strength was easy to do but frustrating.

The omega wanted to unleash his power so that the Skinwalkers who kept coming back to charge, boosted by their slow shift into darkness and black energy, would finally give up.

He glanced at his mate who was facing two enemies at the same time as he knocked them out with one punch.

“I thought we agreed to go easy on them and to not kill anyone?” the blond asked with a disapproving tone.

“I didn’t kill them, I swear!” The alpha raised his hands to prove his innocence and, while Eden narrowed his eyes, he lightly kicked one of the men he had knocked down. The latter growled, groggy. “See? He’s alive!” Glen stated with a bright smile and the male omega shook his head as he turned to a new enemy.

“And where is the ‘go easy’ part?” He retorted and Glen pursed his lips before getting back into attack position.

“They were getting annoying!” The alpha mumbled under his breath but Eden caught it.

“Shameless.”

Connor was still dealing with Wyatt who had just stepped back after taking his punches in the face. The Skinwalker glared at him and the agent replied with a smirk. The wolf’s anger made him more agog.

His movements were getting rougher and rougher. He was losing precision but gaining raw strength as his emotional state was affecting the potency of the dark energy he was fighting with.

At least, that was the conclusion Connor had come to. He knew he shouldn’t let the fight go on any longer or he risked getting overwhelmed by his opponent’s growing magic power.

Wyatt reformed the dark energy spikes and pointed them at Connor ready to swoop down on him to pierce him at the slightest mistake.

Suddenly, something caught the wolf’s attention. That short moment was all it took for the man with light brown hair to take his chance. He ran towards Wyatt, the body as close to the ground as possible. The Skinwalker turned back to Connor who was slaloming towards him and launched his peaks.

His dark energy weapons slammed into the ground one after another as the WIA agent dodged them and, then, rolled on the ground. Connor landed, crouched, the cinquedea he had planted earlier in the wolf’s stomach, back in his hand. He had taken advantage of the wizard’s distraction to go get his weapon.

Without giving the wolf time to analyze his mistake, Connor resumed running, slaloming, preventing his opponent from reading his trajectory and his goal. Wyatt attempted to attack to get rid of Connor, but the agent’s quick movements were unpredictable.

The ground where he fought was pierced with multiple holes left by Wyatt and Connor had to avoid them during his movements. However, the agent inexorably and skillfully reduced the gap between him and the wolf.

When he was within seven feet, Connor grinned. The man threw his dagger which sank into one of the animal’s legs which buckled under the impact. Before Wyatt pulled the weapon out, Connor got closer. With a butterfly twist, he jumped to ride on the back of the wolf.

That’s when Wyatt realized that the agent hadn’t just jumped up and landed on his back. A split second after Connor landed, the Skinwalker felt pressure and a burning sensation around his neck. The brown-haired man had just wrapped a choke lace around his neck.

Like he did with the cinquedea, he had enveloped the weapon with lunar energy and the wizard was feeling the effects. The protection his body was covered with started to crack under the pressure Connor exerted so the weapon sliced ​​his head.

Wyatt began to thrash around to unseat the agent who was holding on. The Skinwalker was mad. He refused to let the one who had taken his mate’s life kill him too. He refused to let him win. He wanted revenge. If he were to die in the Outsider’s hands then the latter too would die.

The wolf jerked his body and fell to the ground. Wyatt’s huge wolf form fell and crushed Connor’s body, and the back of the agent’s head hit the ground hard.

“Connor!”

Shouts. Voices calling him were muffled by a ringing tone in his ears. His body was half blocked by the Skinwalker’s weight. The impact had caused Connor to drop the ends of his weapon and the choke lace was now simply wrapped around the wolf’s neck, no longer posing a threat.

The officer’s hand twitched against the ground as he tried to recover from the shock he had suffered to the head. Connor opened his eyes and forced them to focus on what was in front of him. The man needed to understand the situation he was in. That’s when he felt Wyatt’s body on top of his. The Skinwalkers wolf was crushing him on the ground where they had fallen. The agent looked down at the body blocking him and his fighting instincts kicked in.

He grabbed the ends of the choke lace and pulled on it to finish off his enemy. When the Skinwalker saw that the fall hadn’t killed Connor but that he was stuck under him, he saw that it was his chance.

The wizard used his dark energy to form spikes which he pointed at his own body. Wyatt intended to stab the agent through his own flesh. The man who had understood his intention increased the pressure of his choke.

The weapon’s thread was wrapped around his gloved hands and Connor felt the magic protection crack under the pressure.

“Connor, get out of there!”

“Get out!”

Glen and Eden’s voice reached the agent’s ears, he heard them closer and closer and the man assumed that the two werewolves were coming over to him but he had no time to check.

His hands were pulling with all their strength and he felt that he was very close to succeeding. He looked up at the sky and saw the dozen black peaks ready to fall on him. The next moment Wyatt launched his attack.

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Greg had no injuries. Silver had found him quickly thanks to his scent and he was now escorting him, back to the entrance of the village. Along the way, the scientist had acquainted him with everything he had heard and seen.

Even though the man couldn’t see the energy flows as he was just a civilian, he had witnessed most of the talks. He knew how Elias forced the majority of the village to follow his plan to save them. The doctor had also warned the leader of Bloodhood that the Soul Healer had been taken prisoner.

They were getting close to the village’s entrance when they heard Connor’s name shouted by Eden and Glen. The doctor frowned as he looked up and his body froze. Greg saw a huge wolf crushing his lover’s body. As he ran over to him, he caught Glen’s words.

“Connor! Get out of there! He’s going to stab you!”