ADDICTED TO YOU

EPILOGUE

Chapter 16: Finale

Hundreds of us against thousands of Dio Dei Lupi. One would believe it's a losing fight, but we have to think otherwise. It's a full moon tonight and our strenght is at its peak, but so as our enemies. The meld of coal and crimson red covered the calmness of the night, the calmness that would soon be filled with the songs of our battle, rhythm of war and cries of agony. I felt the emptiness of my wolf as it yearn for its half. I run out front in my wolf form, I howled to the night and the rest of the Alphas follow. I came for my mate, I would kill Viktor if I had to. The wind blew hard as if adjusting to what was about to happen.... fight of the Gods....

"Viggo, we will fight to the death for our Luna, we will get her back." Alfons moved ahead, glancing back with his eyes glinting with unsaid assurance, I knew they were putting everything on the line, for me, who is a stranger, the son of the enemy.... They call me Alpha, a title I did not deserve, a title I never asked for.

Beast of the night, we were and beast of the night we will be. The packs fighting along side mine, it was not about a question of superiority and power, it was blood for blood....they wanted to avenge their lose and tonight they aim to have that revenge.

I felt the land crumble, the wind whispering and the moon in it's fullest. I looked ahead and saw a lake that separates us from them, we moved towards its direction and as I reached the lake I felt the coldness of the water, and as the moon illuminates the night I looked down and saw the beast I once wanted to forget, the beast I wanted to kill, but couldn't..... It was a part of me....and that beast was ......me, a Dio Dei Lupi.

The calmness of the night was defeaning and as we come near to Viktor's turf I could smell blood and rotting bodies. The moment we reached the area, I saw countless of wolves lying dead on the ground, the scene had the younger warriors gasping for air, I knew this sight, I grew up witnessing this kind of life, witnessing death. This was a fine sight for my father, he glorifies this scene, showing off.... how the weak dies and how the strongest triumphs.

"It's a warning." Alfons said, with rage in his voice.

"No, it's how my father welcomes guest." I responded in a firm voice. Alfons looked back at me, as if asking me if he heard it right.

"Your father, is one boastful wolf." Mikael, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack uttered. I felt excitement in his voice as if he couldn't wait for what was about to come next.

"I'd say he's one sick wolf." Alfons murmured back, as if he was sickened to the gut. I couldn't blame him, but my father was a monster and this was his game. He would kill and deceive anybody for his gain.

I felt the presence of my former pack, it was melded with blood and hunger to kill. The others felt it too, a reason for some to howl to the night. There I saw him, the man who took my mother's life... Viktor my father.

"Welcome son, I was worried you forgot your way home." He said in a calm and mischievous tone. He was mocking me, and as the rage filled my blood I released a howl that filled the night.