HEAT AND RUT. (Alpha Lycan And His Omega Tiger)

BEWITCHED.

Chapter: 13
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Conri was in a rage as he sped down the part which leads to Darevil. He was angry as he rushed through the woods, the sound of his breath echoing in his ears, the wind whipping around him like an angry ghost, as it blew his long dark hair into a wild mess, like a dark tornado. A wind that came from nowhere, a sudden wind that was not supposed to be there. Brushed past his furs and it prickled sharply as if he had just suffered a first-degree burn but in his furry, he didn't take notice of it. His footsteps were amplified by the heavy foliage and it filled the air with a deep roar. Conri's anger had not eased since he heard the news the Werewolf brought before them but now it became all-encompassing and overwhelming. It swelled up from his chest like some invisible monster ready to burst out through him.

He could feel himself going over the edge, he could feel his blood boiling with his Lycan. The wind pushed against him harshly making him feel dizzy from brushing against his eyes, they teared up but he blinked once and drove on, his speed increasing, claws digging into the roots of mother earth as he ran. The wind picked up in strength, it was too much for him and he found himself crashing into the trees face first. He rolled across the ground, coming up from it with a growl. He couldn't understand why he felt so weak that morning. He could barely move his limbs to get out of bed and he made sure to take his potions but now it seems his strength was starting to fail him. This weird feeling was starting to become more pronounced and it felt like it was consuming him at his very core. He felt that if he doesn't shift back soon this will overtake him completely. But why?

["I think something bad is happening to us,"] Rafa spoke and Conri frowned. ["You can't fight off a pack of Rogues without me, so try to stay strong, until we have settled with the Rogues then we can find out why we feel like we are dying!"] He finished with a stern voice.

"Fine," Conri grumbled as he stood up, ignoring the pain that shot through his whole body. With every step he took, he felt like he would break into pieces. Like his bones were being eaten away by some unknown force. As if his body was being consumed by darkness, a shadow. As he turned towards the direction of Darevil, he could feel the wind pushing against him and howling. The shadows seemed to be getting darker and seemed to be following him. Conri could almost swear that he was losing his sight. There wasn't enough light to see. He is the Alpha of Alphas and whoever thinks they can shake him loose with whatever dark magic they deemed to have cooked up against him. He hoped for their sake that they are aware of the dance they had set and by the Goddess, he will make them suffer for doing this to him. They can have fun trying to defeat the most feared Lycan in the land. But Conri knows that if they thought they could scare him then they must have been insane. His anger is boiling his blood and his fur stands up on end, the fire inside him wanting nothing but to run free and tear apart. He wanted to rip throats out with his bare hands. He could see Darevil from where he stood, Rogues, filling around the giant Gate like they were preparing for a feast.

Rafa crawled to the surface and the Alpha of Alpha stood on his feet. His tail lashed back and forth. He could feel the energy that coursed through his veins. Heat built up within him, the flames licking at his skin. ["NOW!"] He said in a calm and collected manner and Conri cracked a smirk and sprinted forward. His fur bristled with each step he took. His body was burning alive and he was ready to show the Rogues what a real Alpha of Alpha can do when he is angry. He let out a loud yowl.  A feral howl to announce his presence, to say 'we are here', and to make the Rogues tremble in fear. The Rogues, sensing his presence, began to look around the clearing for him but none was able to see the Lycan. All they saw were flashes of light and then limbs, hearts, and heads flying everywhere. The wolves cried out in agony as they tried to protect themselves, only to fail miserably as they were torn limb by limb. Blood splattered everywhere in the clearing as it soaked the earth red, and within seconds Rafa had wiped clean fifty Rogues, breaking into their Pack but it appeared deserted, their Leader must have sent the Weak ones away but no matter, he could sense his presence, he was waiting in his Hall.