Wolf you Up! - Chapter 46

TRIGGER: VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE. THOSE WHO ARE NOT COMFORTABLE CAN WAIT FOR THE NEXT UPDATE.

“What did you say?”

The voice of the man who had just spoken was freezing. In the room, the two werewolves began to bubble in anger. The dominant sat in his chair leaned on the desk to get up. Despite his calm demeanor, he was trying to contain the agitation inside him. His aura was growing more and more out of control. In the middle of the room in front of them, the middle-rank fighter who had completed his report was trembling all over his body under the gaze of the alpha brother and his beta sister.

“I asked you what you just said?”

Spike Greenleaf’s hands were covered in sweat which the werewolf tried in vain to wipe away. His eyes avoided looking ahead at all costs and scanned every corner of the office except the desk where Alpha’s son Clyde Stones sat. It was more accurate to say, the late alpha Basil Stones. The fighter had just come to report after having narrowly escaped the battle. When he announced that he had seen their leader brutally beheaded by Silver Bloodhood, the dominant middle rank knew he had no longer to live. He, who thoughtlessly let his legs guide him away from the carnage unfolding before his eyes, hadn’t thought his flight would be seen as treason. And now, there he was sweating profusely under the murderous eyes of the fraternal duo.

The man opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His throat was dry and a lump prevented him from swallowing. Losing patience with the pathetic being in front of him, Clyde Stones, grabbed the edge of the desk and waltzed him. The cabinet would crash into a corner with a crash that startled Spike. The dominant who had followed the gesture of anger of his new leader redirected his eyes to him then burst into tears. An uncontrollable hiccup lifted his chest as he gasped to catch some breath.

“Don’t kill me, please Alpha, don’t kill me.”

Clyde’s clawed hand grabbed his packmate’s throat without hesitation and lifted him off the ground.

“Don’t kill me?” Was it to save your miserable life that you abandoned your Alpha? That’s the reason why you betrayed my father? ” The dominant spoke contemptuously.

“I… n… p…” The man tried to speak, but the force of the grip was destroying his trachea. The air wasn’t reaching his lungs anymore and the suffocation made his face a purplish red.

Suddenly the hand opened and the man fell to the ground on all fours before collapsing completely, limbs weak. Even though the hand no longer crushed his throat, the pain in his shattered esophagus made it difficult for him to breathe properly. His hand instinctively gripped his throat in an attempt to ease the pain as he coughed up a mixture of mucus and blood. His heart sank when he heard the alpha’s voice calling for his older sister.

“Cathalina, just get rid of this bum.”

The beta who was in the throes of a mixture of anger and grief moved towards the man who was lying helplessly on the ground. Spike’s survival instincts took control of his body one last time, but it was wasted. A kick right in the stomach took his breath away and rolled him onto his back. Before he could even react, the clawed hand plunged into his stomach. The man’s eyes widened as he felt the arm pass through his abdomen. Just a second later, the beta withdrew her hand, ripping the man’s guts out and exposing them outside his body. With a gurgling noise, blood came up from his throat, and his head tilted to the side, eyelids hanging open. The female dominant stood up. Her anger was far from allayed and her pain even greater.

Their plan had failed, their pack had lost much of their fighters, but worse still, their alpha and beta were gone, making her and her brother the new leaders. Clyde and Cathalina Stones were ready to celebrate the start of their reign in blood.

“I guess that means we’re at war,” the alpha whispered in a hushed voice.

They didn’t understand where they had failed. After all, they’d checked out everything that Carter Red Creek weasel had said about her son, the golden omega so-called fated mate. It was the alpha of Red Creek himself who had come to them to offer them the dead-end. The man who wanted to strengthen his power that Bloodhood threatened had served the life of his son, a failing alpha, on a set. In exchange for a brothership pact between Red Creek and Grey Wolf, he had given them priceless information. His son couldn’t shift. No matter how strong his pheromones are, and unless he is injured with the toxin, he is unable to shift. In proof, he had even attached several elements of his medical file going from his birth to the beginning of his adolescence and showing the various experiments undergone to find a cure for his condition.

When Basile Stones briefed his alpha fighter, he gave only one command, kill the fated mate without ever harming him with toxin. It had to be a snap and yet. When Clyde got a call from one of his father’s men and heard the screaming and screaming in the background, he knew right away the situation had gotten out of hand. Their men, who numbered nearly a hundred, were being torn to pieces by a black and white werewolf and the three members of Bloodhood. How could this have happened?

The alpha strode toward the exit and swiftly opened the office door. The heads of the guards stationed in front of the door snapped toward him.

“Bloodhood must pay for what they did to my father and our men. Prepare for war. And clean that up for me. ” His head turned briefly to the corpse with exposed entrails that was draining blood on the floor.

Without adding another word, the new leader walked away followed closely by his sister.

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Silver rushed into a tent set up to accommodate their headquarters. They had already arrived an hour ago, and his men were stomping impatiently. On the table, held by a stone, a map of the city and its surroundings provided by Elma Softmane detailed the sensitive points of the Grey Wolf pack. The pack was a modern pack and the land was also home to humans, which kept the WIA on edge. The organization had under a false pretext asked the humans to evacuate the city and established a perimeter blocking the entrances and exits of the city. If the organization did not aim to interfere in conflicts between werewolves, they wouldn’t let go if conflict ever endangered the lives of human civilians.

Silver Bloodhood knew this full well. Although he had never collaborated with the WIA before the arrival of his son’s mate and his human relatives, he had never engaged his pack in a battle that risked casualties among men.

“They gave us green light, all humans are out of town,” Elma Softmane announced with a broad smile full of sharp fangs.

Excitement seized the leader of Bloodhood who instantly sent a link to all of his men who were waiting outside before stepping out himself. The alpha female followed and shifted before advancing towards a small group of ten men slightly apart. His fur was one of a kind. Her shade was almost entirely a vivid red that approximated the scarlet red of her human hair. They divided into groups and each went to position themselves according to the strategy they had in place.

When they entered the city, the streets were empty. The storefronts of closed shops, as well as the residences and homes that had been emptied urgently, gave it a ghostly appearance. Almost everywhere screams were heard signaling when one of theirs arrived at a strategy. Their goal was the alpha’s residence. Silver and Elma knew that even though Basile and his beta were dead, the pack had yet to say their last word. The new alpha, Clyde, was going to do anything to, at least, save his pack’s honor. The battle was undoubtedly going to be a bloodbath. The pack had nothing more to lose and that made the fight both exciting and dangerous.

Bloodhood and Purple Eyes’ werewolves had been walking for more than twenty minutes without having encountered any enemies or obstacles. They knew they had nothing to fear until they were near the Alpha’s residence.

They had surrounded the city and were advancing towards their destination, tightening this circle to regroup their enemies in one place. Suddenly the Bloodhood leader’s ears caught a howl that rose in the distance, the complete opposite of his position. He received a link. Several fights had broken out between his fighters and those of Grey Wolf at different points, slowing down or even preventing in some places the progression of the circle. Silver was delighted, his enemy was finally showing his fangs and he liked it.

He ran to move as quickly as possible towards the stone building that housed the alpha’s residence. When he was a few blocks away, the black werewolf saw in his peripheral vision a wolf with shaggy, dirty brown fur running towards him. The animal leaped maw wide opened and fangs ready to pierce through the alpha’s fur which skidded to stop and turned to stop the wolf’s fall with his claws. He grasped the jaw with both hands and fought the efforts of his enemy who tried to bite him. Silver scoffed in front of the pointless combativeness and, with a gesture, opened his arms, dislodging the jaws. A moan came from the throat of the werewolf who didn’t even have time to move away. The alpha stepped forward and locked the wolf’s abdomen in a vise formed by his arms before squeezing with all his might. He felt the wolf bones shatter piercing his organs. When he felt no more resistance, he released the body, which fell heavily to the ground. The enemy fighter then looked at Silver who knelt on the ground and placed his hands on his thick mane before digging in his claws to secure his grip.

The wolf immediately felt the toxin entering his body, burning his veins in its path. He thought he would die like this, devoured by the venom, but the claws dug deeper into his flesh and Silver yanked the wolf’s head from his body.

The Bloodhood leader didn’t wait for the member to finish rolling on the ground, as he had already resumed his run towards the Alpha’s house. He looked around and saw that more and more fighting had broken out between his members and the enemy pack. Another werewolf was rushing towards him when a silvery gray wolf intercepted him with a blow in the side, sending him into a storefront. The body crashed into the shutter. Silver made brief contact with his beta who barely barked before turning to the enemy.

The alpha resumed his run and was quickly in front of the stone building. He banged the door open and two werewolves instantly jumped at him at the same time. He planted his claws in the back of the former, which the pain instantly let go and sent him across the room before focusing on the latter. He closed his hand in a fist and slapped the wolf’s ribs and lower abdomen, refusing to let go. He knocked again with more force and when on the third blow he no longer felt the resistance of the bones, the jaw finally released the pressure on his neck. The badly injured wolf fell to the ground and Silver looked up at the alpha and beta duo who had just arrived surrounded by six other werewolves.

“Now is the time to pay for what you have done to my son, Grey Wolf.”