Wolf you Up! - Chapter 47

Hearing his words, Clyde Stones smirked before grinding his teeth. Other than the two wounds the two fighters had just inflicted on him, he saw no wounds on the alpha’s body. There was no way he had healed yet, so that could only say one thing, not a single one of his men outside had managed to hit the leader of Bloodhood. He let his anger wash over him.

Since no one was able to rid him of a boor whose pack only survives because they live in seclusion like a bunch of savages, then he was going to take care of it himself. He was going to kill Silver Bloodhood and take over the traditional pack’s territory and thus, show everyone else that they should never have underestimated Grey Wolf.

Clyde bared his teeth and growled. Three of the accompanying werewolves strode towards Silver, slowly, looking for an opening in which to attack. They surrounded the dominant and started to circle slowly around him, watching for the right moment. Their role was to create an opportunity for their alpha to hurt their enemy. It didn’t matter how brief, even the smallest opening window should be enough to give them victory.

Silver was standing in the center of their circle. The man’s eyes never left the alpha and beta dominant duo in front of him. Suddenly two of the werewolves attacked at the same time fractions of a second apart. The first leaped towards Silver, but the latter narrowly dodged. He wrapped his arms around his abdomen and turned with his captured body to strike the other opponent who was already ready to slash his claws on him. When he released his grip, the impact knocked the two werewolves away.

Unfortunately, the two fighters planted their claws in the ground to stop their skidding as they touched the ground and were already preparing for another attack.

They continued to attack, in pair or three at a time, giving the Alpha Bloodhood no respite. When one of them finally managed to stick its fangs into the Bloodhood leader’s side, the beta in turn entered the fight. Cathalina Stones charged, her claws ready to tear. But that was without counting Silver’s combat experience and expertise.

He used the female dominant’s momentum against her and hit her with a knee in the stomach. As her breath was still taken from the impact, he grabbed her arm, which he snapped with a jerk. The beta let out a cry of pain that intensified when she felt the alpha’s claws stab her back.

The six fighters, seeing their beta wounded, all attacked at the same time, planting fangs and claws in the body of Silver who let go of the body of the werewolf to push back his enemies. He responded to their attack with the same fervor. Four of the fighters eventually collapsed to the ground, unable to move due to the effects of his toxin. Silver then realized that he no longer saw Grey Wolf’s alpha.

He looked around the room and saw a wolf fleeing towards the door he had broken down to get in. He was about to run after him, when one of the two werewolves still alive clawed at him, ripping his skin at the chinstrap. He retaliated by sending his opponent to the mat with a bang before setting off after Clyde Stones. Outside, the snow had started to fall in large flakes and a mixture of dirty snow had formed all over the places where the fighting had erupted.

Silver was running in pursuit of the young alpha who entered a street. With a howl, the leader of Bloodhood conveyed a position message to his men busy winning their own fight. He then forced his pace to catch up with the enemy ahead of him. But the young dominant was faster than him and very quickly, by dint of changing direction in the maze of streets, he disappeared from Silver’s sight. Seeing that the enemy had slipped away from him, Silver halted and looked around. There were three different paths the werewolf could have taken.

He strained his ears, but the screams, howls, and growls that arose all around him prevented him from concentrating.

Just as he was choosing an alley to resume his chase, an enemy fell on him from the roof of a building. Busy looking for the right direction where the Alpha hadn’t thought the young leader could have just ambushed him. The two werewolves fell to the ground. Silver then felt the claws dig into his thick fur and knew from the burn under his skin that the claws had managed to pierce his flesh. Toxin. It was going to pull his veins up and affect his nervous system. This fight had to be over soon.

Since the alpha was busy triumphing over his success instead of breaking contact and walking away, he took the opportunity to fight back. Because that was Clyde’s mistake. The young alpha had mistakenly believed that his toxin would be enough to cripple the alpha by the time he finished him. But Silver Bloodhood was older, stronger, and more resilient. After being injured over and over again from other alphas’ toxins, his body gradually became more resilient. He was able to fight a bit even after he was infected and so he did. He shredded the body of his enemy whose expression froze in horror.

Blood began to spill on the floor and Clyde Stones looked down at the arms that had pierced his abdomen. Tears slid down the cheeks of the young werewolf and the leader of Bloodhood withdrew his hands. When he saw that his enemy was about to take his last breath, the alpha turned away and trudged a few steps before collapsing. He fell to the frozen ground and opened his eyes to the grey sky above him. Thousands of white flakes were falling in a silent ballet.

Around him, Silver could hardly hear any fighting noise. His fighters were almost all done. The war was over. Far from the relief, it was a great void that filled the heart of the dominant. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. His whole body was on fire from the toxin spreading through his veins. His ear picked up a slight noise, but the leader didn’t have the strength to turn his head in the direction.

Suddenly a silvery grey wolf appeared outside above him. Without wasting time, he pulled out a syringe from a casing attached to an elastic band around his ankle. He pulled the protection off with his fangs and stuck the needle into the alpha’s body. The werewolf grimaced and waited a few seconds. When he finally felt the effects of the antidote, he winced.

“Damn! Why are you so rough? This shit hurt like hell! ”

“Why should I bother? I didn’t tell you to go like a mad dog and take on the Alpha and his guards. If something had happened to you, do you know what your mate and mine would have done to me? ” Acher Rivers pretended to shudder at the thought and Silver sneered.

He stopped quickly, feeling the pain of his wounds and the beatings he had received. He lay there for a moment on the ground, his beta sitting next to him. His wounds were no longer bleeding and the healing process had already begun.

“There are only two days left until the full moon, do you think they found any clues?”

“I’m sure they’re doing really well.”

He had barely finished his sentence when footsteps approached. Christopher Fern walked over to the two werewolves and stopped a few paces away.

“We have eliminated all the fighters, there are only a few healers left, the youngsters and the omegas. Most of them have lost their mate and are in shock. What are we doing?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Silver replied. “We didn’t attack Grey Wolf for their territory or to take over their pack. They had to pay for what they had done. We’re done. ”

“Without alpha and without fighters they will be defenseless. Rogues will prey on them,” Christopher stated in a neutral tone.

“I’ll take them in.”

Several werewolves were walking led by Elma Softmane. The group stopped next to Christopher.

“I won’t force anyone, but those who wish can join Purple Eyes. She paused and stared at Silver lying on the floor.

“You’re waiting here because you know Snow will be pissed if she sees you like that?” The alpha of Bloodhood flinched. Elma’s voice had an amused undertone that hadn’t escaped him and he heard the muffled chuckles of his beta sitting next to him. Embarrassed, the dominant growled.

“Shut up! Why are you always so nosy? ”

The female alpha’s laughter broke out, disturbing the calm and the rest of the werewolves followed her in a moment. The laughs released all the tension of the events that had just taken place.

“Alphas are wimps in front of their omegas.”

“That’s why you chose to be with a dominant?”

Elma crossed her arms and looked at her old friend with a look of pride in her eyes. One of the fighters behind her grabbed her waist firmly and possessively.

“You’re well aware that I won her heart fairly, Silver. Do you know how difficult it was to tame such a fiery alpha? ”

Silver snorted and admitted his defeat. He left his eyes fixed on the grey cloudy sky above them and let his mind drift.

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Two days earlier, Greg’s car had parked outside a motel in a small town in Black Moon territory. The pack was a neutral territory that other werewolves could cross without retaliation if they requested or reported their arrival to the authorities. This is what they had done the second they left Purple Eyes’ territory. With two WIA members with them, the guards asked no further questions and even agreed to tell them the whereabouts of the closest hotel to Soul Healers’ territory.

Greg and Glen took turns driving and after a full day on the road, the car pulled into one of the parking lots. The building was clean with no frills and couldn’t be more than three years old. With one arm in a splint and the other hand injured, Connor had been sentenced to forced rest. After listening to Eden and Glen’s explanation of the curse and what to do, the agent just remained silent, as if processing the information. He had spent the remainder of the journey staring at the passing landscape outside.

Greg took care of their check-in and came back to them. He threw a key at Glen who caught it in midair.

“We’re leaving tomorrow at dawn. Try not to stay awake too late, “he announced with a sassy smile.

Connor smiled weakly and let himself be carried away by his lover who had put his arm around his shoulders. The alpha didn’t react to the obvious provocation and hid his embarrassment behind a grunt of thanks. Glen looked down at Eden and noticed the red on his cheeks. He grabbed the omega’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Shall we go?”

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A few miles away, in the house she shared with her family, the old Soul healer had locked up two vials of her concocted preparation. Preparation was not yet finalized. She was missing ingredients. Ingredients that, she sensed, would soon reach her. She settled into a rocking chair by the window and looked up at the sky. In a few days, the moon will be full and the story that began years ago would start again. She had sensed it when she met the two fated mates.

Three light knocks sounded at her door and the old woman answered without bothering to turn her head. Willow opened the door, then walked over to the chair before placing a mug filled with hot liquid on the side table next door. She noticed the two vials on the table and grabbed one of them. She couldn’t recognize the potion by its color and that intrigued her.

“What is it, Elder?”

The old woman continued to move in silence without turning her head.

“It’s something, which I hope can help us cope with what is about to happen soon.”

“Are you waiting for something, Elder?” The question made the old woman stop her pendulum swing.

“Something? No, I’m waiting for two incredible souls. “